Room 307, Sunday Morning

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All things considered, there had been worse weeks on this island than just being monochromatic and really really boring. However, most of the other weeks hadn't involved being so mean to Billy (and Topher did realize that he'd been mean to Billy, whether it'd been intentional on other!him's part or not), so this one pretty much ranked as an awkward one.

Plus he was pretty damn sore from all the jogging other!him had been doing, so. There was that as well.

He mulled it over for a moment or two, decided that it was almost definitely excusable in the long run, then settled on his bed with Broca II in his lap and put on a movie on one of his laptops. Meanwhile, he took out his iPad and idly coded while the movie was playing. He wasn't sure what he was doing yet, but so far it had 'this island is batshit' written in binary, so that was a good start.

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher's response to that was something between a laugh and a groan. "For the record, I don't think you'd be all that impressed by me playing catch," he informed Billy. "There'd be a lot of wheezing. Which might actually impress some girls who go here since they almost all dislike me, except possibly for Ace who I now realize I called a 'fly chick' to her face and will probably never hear the end of that, but if it wouldn't impress you, then no deal."

[selfhelphero]

"I'm more impressed by Broca here," Billy said. "I'm sure Ace will forgive you, if she was crazy too. No one should be blamed for things said while monochromatic."

[dollpocalypse]

"She was regular, actually," Topher admitted. "So I may be teased forever."

He didn't sound like he especially minded, though. This week had been pretty chill, all things considered, with the exception of one concern. "Did I freak you out when we were doing the whole duck pond thing?"

[selfhelphero]

"I was definitely freaked out," Billy admitted, coming in and going to sit on the bed. "But that's not like, your fault or anything. It wasn't like you meant to weird me out."

[dollpocalypse]

"That's true, I did not," Topher agreed, scooting a little closer. "Other-me seemed to really want to be friends with you? Whereas normal-me is like, 'dude, please, dating Billy is way better, where have you been?'"

Thaaaat wasn't really that relevant.

[selfhelphero]

"Well, it's flattering that other-you would want to be around me, seeing how I'm not exactly jock material," Billy said, blushing a little at Topher's comment. "I like regular you a lot better though."

[dollpocalypse]

"Duh, regular me has cooler hair," Topher teased. Then, "Regular me likes you a lot better too. Partly because unlike the other version, I can see color, and your eyes are really nice, did you know that?"

[selfhelphero]

Well, now Billy was completely blushing. Well done, Topher. "I... I mean, that's not something I'd really say to myself, but... thank you. I like you better in color too. Being yourself and liking me and being brilliant and knowing what a computer is and all."

[dollpocalypse]

"All very good traits," Topher agreed. "See, this is why I'll never understand why I'm not popular."

Oh, Topher. So many reasons.

[selfhelphero]

"Do you want to be popular?" Billy asked, wondering if there was some lingering non-Topherness left over.

[dollpocalypse]

"Gross, no." Not to worry, Billy! "But it's shocking that it hasn't happened anyway, you know?"

It really wasn't.