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dollpocalypse ([personal profile] dollpocalypse) wrote2011-09-23 08:37 am
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Room 307, Friday Morning

Topher, ladies and gentlemen, was not having a great morning.

His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.

And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.

Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.

[[Post is as open as open can be! Door is closed but unlocked.]]
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[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh that was just sad. Sad, Topher. Sad.

"Okay. You're learning to duck. Since you learned that so well, we'll consider it that I hit you without hitting you." Kenzi unfolded to get to her feet, then poked him again. "Dry cleaning bill. For my clothes. You're paying it, dude."
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Topher resurfaced. Tentatively! When he saw that she didn't appear to want to kill him, he just kept the blanket pulled up to his chest and leaned back against the headboard.

"'Kay," he said agreeably. That was a first.

Then he peered up at her, looking surprisingly young and innocent. "Does the tattoo look okay?"

[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Kenzi twitched the cover off his leg, and lifted up the ankle to peel off the bandage a little. Then she grinned.

"Actually, dude? It looks pretty damn cool." She pointed at him. "Badass Klingon, or badass starship."
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Head-tilt.

"Huh?"

[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you even remember what it is?" Kenzi asked, curious.
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Possibly meta for NCC-1701," Topher answered promptly.

YEAH. Like he'd forget something so obviously critical to his life.

"It's possibly meta for the Enterprise," he explained.

[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"So there you go. You're a starship. Who was tough like a meta for Klingon." She grinned and put his ankle back down and patted his foot. "...shower, dude. Seriously."

Spray you in the face, Topher! With a squirt bottle. Just to get you up!
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Too tiiiiiiiiiired. Might drown."

No, Kenzi, that was not an invitation.

"Gonna sleep more," he decided.

Yes, Topher, do that. Dave was sure to love it if he was around.

[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you suffocate in your sleep, it'll be your own fault." Kenzi left the glass of hangover concoction, then squirted the spray bottle at his head again. Like you would at a cat on the curtains. The words don't make me get the hose rose in her mind and were totally rejected. "Whatever. But I reserve the right to get Percy to douse you if you smell up a Common Room."

Not that he'd do it for her. But hey, Topher didn't know that. Kenzi headed for the door and called over her shoulder, "Check your voicemail!"

She was caring like that.
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Percy...?"

Whatever. He was baffled.

"I don't think I have any new messages!" he called after her.

But then checked just in case. Sigh.
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