officetightass | Room 221- Sunday late morning

Angela hadn't met her roommate at the picnic yesterday. Then her roommate didn't come home last night. Angela was beginning to fear what her roommate was doing all this time. People came home at reasonable hours. If they didn't, obviously there were shenanigans happening.

She'd decorated her side of the room last night, trying to make it feel a little more like home. This meant that besides the cat calendar and the couple of very traditional posed family photos taped to the wall, there were also several posters of babies dressed like adults. It just made her feel happy.

At the moment, she was still getting her two cats set up in a both a way that she would like, and that would make them feel more comfortable. This meant she was rearranging carriers and toys and scratching posts so that she could still walk and not encroach on the other si-

"Muffin! Bad kitty! Don't go past the desk, we don't know what that side's like!"

Angela deeply respected other people's personal space, at least until she knew whether she had to worry about anyone snooping through her things.

[Door cracked, post open.]