Room 211, Monday night

Priestly was stretched out on his bed with his head hanging off the side, his socked feet up against the wall, as Ramone ran up and down his pant leg. He was considering going to see what was up in a common room, or even grabbing a book and getting some reading in. But both of those prospects involved getting up, and he just didn't feel like it just yet.

Ramone got to his right foot and took a flying leap off to land on Priestly's face.

Okay, so maybe he might feel a little bit like getting up.

[ooc: open, yo.]