trots along the counters late at night, snickering as he flits over to the sugar bowl, swapping its contents with the salt shaker.

wanders the beach, breathing in the ocean air, searching out his mama and papa. He's twitching from extra energy-- No video games on a

in avid search of Papa Svi's dorm-- Oh, no wait, he told him not to call him that!-- to play games, despite the fact that he's *technically*

[OOC] Dinner. Be right back. /Feels like this should be on Roma account, but whatever

[OOC] Profile-pimped and ready to go!