Bobbie Poppins had been awake for a little over 20 minutes. She’d showered, changed into the male uniform that thankfully her father had convinced her mother that Bobbie could wear, and had even found breakfast in room 149. Now she was happily singing to herself while attempting to put her hair up.
“Macaroni plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don’t you remember?
We built this city, we built this city on sausage rolls”
Ready, she skipped out of her room, her smile beaming as she continued to belt out her oddly food-related lyrics. Brushing past a girl who also was exiting her own room, Bobbie stopped and turned to greet her enthusiatically. “Alright? Oh, it’s you… Cotton Bud, innit? It’s Bobbie, me, from yesterday. Good mornin’, innit?”
@Secreterz - Cotton