William Howard Taft, Alcoves A 1 & A2, Late Saturday Night

It had been a fantastic handwavey date, and an even nicer walk afterward, before Yurika and Romeo came back to the cabins late that evening, giggling like giddy teenagers.

Which, of course, was an entirely accurate description.

Yurika grabbed at him as they stumbled through the door, laughing loudly as they tripped into their alcove and sent a disgruntled Alea fleeing for safety.

They would behave. Mostly. Or would if their cabin-mates started throwing things.



[OOC: Establishy, for they shall be busy until Tuesday. withoutverona modded semi-dirtily with permissions.]