Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160226000222/@comment-4059927-20160623223219

(OOC: Sorry!) Once they both get up there Michael looks over the damage done. "This is my favorite shirt, dude." He sulks. Michael was having trouble remaining calm. C-Money just rolled his eyes and leaned against a wall.

"Chill out, that is the least of our worries." C-Money says, though having to force holding back from breaking into laughter. Finally after Michael flicks much of the poop residue they continue down to Nicole's room without being apprehended by the prefects, though drawing weird looks from the girls in the dorm.

Once they entered her room they noticed she wasn't there. "Where is she?" C-Money asks, quietly.

"I've been texting her, she's getting me a clean shirt." Michael says.