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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.

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...Well sure, but also proof that he should probably be watching Peter to do up some valuable insight on how to actually torture people.

Y, that was weird, he texted back with no trouble at all. But /I/ wasn't myself at the time.

Seriously, Topher, the trick was acting like you didn't care.

how do we know that for sure???

Give it a rest already, Topher.

Because I don't have an accent.

Duh, Topher.

So, you and Anthony Stark, the love that dare not speak its name? Were you drowning your sorrows, Christopher?

Peter was a horrible person.

Horrible. Just the worst.

NO!!!!! kenzi made me try stuff. for quality control.

Not that he'd even believed that at the time, but it would sound pathetic to admit he'd just gone along with it.

and if i DID like tony i wouldn't have anything to drown my sorrows about.

Hmph.

I dunno, the last thing I heard, he had a girlfriend, said Peter, who was cruel.

only while he pines for me, Topher assured him.

Really, Topher? Because this was starting to sound a lot a little familiar. Maybe the story of a sad, sad hooker waiting for his long-lost love to return his affections?

What color is the sky in your world? Peter wanted to know.

He had thoroughly repressed Topher offering him sexual favors that weekend, thanks.

well it appears blue to human eyes due to reyleigh scattering, and since blue wavelengths are harder to absorb, those are the ones that get reflected.

...Topher, honestly.

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Sarcasm, Topher.

bet you didn't know that, though, did you?

I did basic physics when I was five.

Don't ask such things of a Wiggin, Topher.

suuuure you did.

Pause.

i'm still better than you at computers.

You're still a dead guy walking, Peter retorted. Remembered why yet?

Pffft. Peter outsmarted him on too many levels.

it was one message!

Then a minute later:

it was just one message, right?

Well...

What would be the fun in telling the truth?

DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE TATTOO?

Oh, no. Topher, why did you say such things?

Tattoo? Seriously?

You've got a tattoo?

Oh, this texting conversation was the gift that kept on giving.

One day, Topher was going to have to learn to be careful what he said to people. Especially people like Peter.

yes, he admitted finally. as of last night.

Well, duh.

Please don't tell me it's Tony's name.

Actually, please do.

Now that would've been a twist. Topher was just glad Kenzi hadn't suggested it, because he would've gone along with it.

it's just a thing, he said vaguely. from ~~meta for~~ star trek.

Galaxy Quest? Peter asked ~~after looking up the meta~~, Is that another one of your vids, kid?

Peter really needed to stop calling people 'kid'.

uh, sure. Peter's terminology was especially special sometimes. it's really good!

Like that justified getting it tattooed on his ankle. God, Topher.