Room 307, Sunday Early Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

"Yeah, but you can't just go to bars like that," Topher was in the middle of explaining to Maria over a breakfast of Mountain Dew and Doritos. "They're... I don't know. For grown-ups or whatever."

"Not always," Maria informed him almost a little sharply, though she didn't look like she had an interest in elaborating on that. "And it's not as though I drank. Which I don't, for the record. I just met your friend Kenzi and some Jedi who knows you guys and learned all about the time you shrunk some girl's laundry."

Topher made a face. "You heard about that?" he groused.

"Yep," Maria confirmed. "And did Dad really punch Peter at a dance? Don't get me wrong, it's seriously badass and I'd do it if I went to school with him too, but it doesn't sound like high school-dad."

Topher winced. "Yeah... maybe don't mention that one to him," he suggested. "Just. Eat your breakfast, okay?"

"Then can I look at your computer?"

Topher sighed. "Be my guest."

[[door and post open! yeah, i really freaking love this kid, why do you ask?]]

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[canhasbrains.livejournal.com]

Maria blinked at Kenzi once, evidenty profoundly unimpressed. "You... know he doesn't have the equipment for that, right?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi shot back, just as unimpressed, "He can get it. I'm not doing this at the Clinic, Scully would mock." She flopped down. "And I'm not asking for the Doritos from scratch. Hmph."

[canhasbrains.livejournal.com]

Maria squared her jaw. "He's not doing that," she said.