#lordtupperware

For once, Andromeda is out of the lab. He feels safe in there, somehow, as if the boredom can't touch him, but right now it doesn't matter. He'd heard from Sung that Phobos had taken another form--his form--and that he was having trouble with it. So, obviously, the best thing to do is have the person most experienced with the body come help, right?

The text sends Sung flying from his chair, stumbling up the stairs, and running towards Phobos’s room. He nearly rushes right by it, but manages to catch himself on the door frame and pull himself back in the right direction.

Mitch sat at his desk, his little pansexual flag getting toyed between his fingers. He was worried. He and Porter both had the day off, and Porter had made plans to go down to the pride event being held on campus. Mitch was initially excited to go, having never been to any sort of pride before, but now he wasn’t so sure. The morning of he had made tedious work to put on any small thing pride thing he had, his trans shirt, his pronoun buttons, he even had bought his little pan flag weeks before just for the occasion. Porter was going to help paint greyromantic flags on his cheeks.

noun: wash

Barry was just chillin.