Room 307, Monday Morning

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For the first time since that time last week in Tony's room, Topher woke up naked.

Which... was the least of his problems once his memories flooded back. Tony. Ben. Nate. All of the anonymous "clients" from his past. It was completely horrifying, and the memory alone gave him what appeared to be a nervous tic of the neck spasm variety.

He didn't think he'd actually... followed through. He remembered flirting and -- oh god, KISSING, but then it got fuzzy and he remembered things like Kotex and Bounty. Did that mean he had... used those things? That didn't seem to make sense. But that hardly mattered, did it, when he had DONE THINGS! Things with -- guys!

"Oh, god," he muttered. "I was in love with Tony!"

Yeah, he was going to hide in bed today. ALONE.

[[OOC: Door is closed, post is open. I'm actually moving today, holycrapwtf, so expect extreeeeme SP.]]

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"You. Uh. Decent?" Wow, this was wince-worthy. "Or should I leave the cake at the door?"

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Decent as he was going to get, anyway. Though there were a few random hickeys on his neck and chest.

He finally opened the door. "Hi," he grumbled.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hey." JGoB's best on a plate in front of her, Kenzi waved. Jeez, she hated feeling bad about stuff from this weekend. But seriously. Poor Topher. "So, I got you triple layers of vanilla and chocolate and strawberry, and also I'msorryIpimpedyououtforcoffee."

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Topher frowned. "That was for COFFEE?!?" he squawked, taking the cake and taking a bite regardless of his mood. "Dude! Just go to Starbucks!"

...He'd missed the island hijinks, yep.

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"I know! I know!" Kenzi clutched her hands together and said, "Please don't hate me. Usually I don't care, but we're on the same team, remember? Also, I was a scary little person and remembering it is freaking me out. And you're sure you're okay?"

She'd had him hosed off! And hit him with a Nerf Bat! and... the rest of it, ewww.

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"I have bruises on my neck!" he yelled, much louder than necessary. "Bruises!" They were called hickeys, Topher. Then he sighed dramatically and conceded, "But I'm not, like, dead in a river. So."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Ew." Kenzi winced, and said, "I could swipe some Velociraptor band-aids for you, or something?"

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Topher nodded sagely. "Why don't you do that."

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"Reeeeally sorry," Kenzi emphasized.

Was it bad that she hoped he'd still help her with the campaign? Probably.

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"Yeah, yeah." Topher flopped down on his bed, completely ignoring his roommate, and dug into the cake Kenzi had provided. "As long as we never talk about that thing with... you know who."

A part of him feared Nerf bat retaliation if he said the name.

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Kenzi nodded sagely. "It never happened, dude."

Yeah, if he called her Babulyeh, she was going to get out a rubber chicken, never mind a Nerf Bat. No talking about that. Or the Tony thing.

So. Much. Booze. Needed. "So I'm gonna leave, let you actually get clothed, 'cause you should do that, and I'm not making you shower, and then when you're done with the video you can swing by my room and drop that puppy off." She how she slid that in there?

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"Oh, I finished that," he informed her, reaching to fish the DVD in question out of one of his many laptops. "All yours," he said, forking it over.

Because everyone gave up products of hard work to their former pimps without a fight.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

That was pretty much what separated the pimps from the pimped, wasn't it?

"You roooock," Kenzi crowed. "Band-aids and foodstuffs, when I get back!"

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"Yup," Topher agreed, a bit begrudgingly. But he did like food, so there was that. And velociraptors.

Okay, fine, that had gone fairly well.