Room 307, Monday Early Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

The second Topher stepped out of his portal onto the Causeway, he wanted to turn back and head back to Peter's place. That place had technology, a blissful lack of noise and visitors, and a guilt-free environment free of awkward apologies and blaming himself for stuff. Basically, it was perfect. Fandom was... not.

It was even less perfect after Topher went to class, where all that guilt-free philosophy imparted unto him by Peter was promptly zapped away by the same scarily-persuasive Wiggin rationalizing that had gotten it into his head in the first place. Weighed down by the fresh reminder of all the bad stuff he'd done that week, he trudged back to his room and without even bothering to close the door properly, strode on in, flopped on the bed, and stared at the ceiling.

Seriously, he'd love a portal back to Haiti. Even one that took him through a layover filled with giant rats would be fine. Maybe if he intentionally took one of those, the schadenfreude would be enough for Peter to let him stay a little longer?

...Whatever, he could dream.

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[dollpocalypse]

Yeah, fair enough. The super-fun reminder of his cyborg-ness by way of reprogramming was probably enough of a reminder for the next little while.

"Oh, okay, well, that clears that up," Topher said, sarcastically going along with it. He figured Victor was entitled to steer the conversation a little after the week they'd just had. "So you can go stalk him and ask him all about being a thief and getting mind-controlled and killing a whole bunch of people. 'Cause fun."

Or not.

[ultron_junior]

Victor stared for a minute at that one. Okay, he probably deserved it for his sarcasm, but...

"Or I could go in, say hi, and introduce myself like a normal human being," he said. "I said I wasn't impressed with him, not that I want to pick a fight. Dude is an Avenger."

[dollpocalypse]

So that had maybe come out a little harsher than Topher had meant it to be. Amicable sarcasm was hard, okay?

"...True," he admitted. "He might shoot you in the face. You should, you know. Avoid that."

[ultron_junior]

"Roger that," Victor said, rolling his shoulders back. "I should get back to my room."

He wasn't still upset at Topher, exactly -- or not this version of him -- but he was starting to just feel sort of done with this.

[dollpocalypse]

That was probably a good thing. Generally, the longer a conversation went on, the worse Topher got at his communication skills.

"'Kay," he said, nodding. "Uh. Good... talk. And everything."

He wasn't sure whether they were okay, exactly -- the conversation itself had been civil enough, but Victor wasn't really the easiest guy to read -- but he certainly wasn't about to question it and make things even more awkward, so.

"Later."

[ultron_junior]

They were okay! .... ish. Victor wouldn't be so forgiving if something similar happened in the real world, but he figured holding something done in an alternate reality against someone was both hypocritical and kind of a dick move.

"Hasta," he agreed, and was gone.