The Grounds Outside The Dorms, Monday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

In retrospect, deciding to go running with Tony and Billy today was not really a plan worthy of Topher's 'genius' title.

Point the first: Topher sucked at running. He was terrible at it. Just really, really bad. So there was a lot of panting and doubling over with his hands on his knees going on.

Point the second: Tony. Running. Unf.

And point the third: Billy too.

Topher was pretty sure he was going to die.

[[for the aforementioned hotasses!]]

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher was torn. Tony was very, very hot while sciencing, and also just in general, and Billy was also pretty hot today as well, but he also didn't really want to blow anything up, which seemed kind of possible in his current state. So, despite knowing how uncharacteristic it had to seem, he was forced to decline.

"Um," he said, shifting a little. "I'm just gonna -- yeah." He pointed vaguely toward the dorms. "But, uh. See you guys!"

And then he fled.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Think he'll be okay?" Tony asked after an odd moment spent watching him flee. A very, very odd moment where eyes went to strange places.

[selfhelphero]

Billy watched Topher too, turning a little red when he noticed how low his focus was on Topher's fleeing backside. "I think so. At least he's running?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

There was that...

"Lab?"