<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_fill,dpr_auto,f_auto,q_90,w_1400/fl_lossy,pg_1/hkc0c2huhs2nw6yohixa.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt, purple bra &amp; boyshorts, mismatched socks pulled up, hair deep purple.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dom and Shane's dorm<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 14th | 9AM<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Sleepy + A lil pouty<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane (@Mxyzptlk)-  <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Despite messy hair and yesterday's clothes, Shane looked far too... peppy. Normally this didn't bother D in the slightest but for some reason it poked at her today. Thankfully her best friend had also come bearing gifts in the form of food to sate the gnawing empty feeling in her gut, so D just let it be. It was just McDonalds and Starbucks but at the moment it smelled like a gourmet spread was trapped in that little brown bag and that was far more important. At least for the moment.<br/><br/>"I admit to no such thing," Domino replied in her usual far too posh accent, a tad stronger than usual given she'd spoken to her sister last night and that woman sounded like she could be the damned Queen. This was hardly the worst she'd felt after a night of excess so she hardly counted the annoying pulse of pain in her head as a hangover.<br/><br/>Closing the door, D shuffled over to Shane's desk and resisted the urge to sigh. She'd not seen the glance toward her bed but that was probably for the best at the moment. She didn't need anything more trying to cloud up her head. It was already so full of things she'd had to keep herself from saying. From wanting. Because she knew better. <br/><br/>"I suppose you're right," she admitted, picking up the hash brown and taking a bite. It had to be the best damn previously frozen squarish potato patty she'd ever eaten, which made itself known in the small sound of appreciation that escaped her. "Thanks, for this. I owe ya. Cuz my arse was not going anywhere." Probably still wasn't. Her sister would have tried to nudge her outside for some fresh air but D wasn't so sure that was a good idea. She did still plan to get some sketching done--and some homework--but most of the day would likely be her vegging out.<br/><br/>"So... Any plans for today?" D sat her behind right down in Shane's desk chair to finish off her hash brown, looking up at her friend with dark eyes that were clearly still sleepy. <br/><br/></span>