Room 307, Friday Morning
Sep. 23rd, 2011 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dollpocalypseTopher, 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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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.]]
Tags:
- contents of packaging: topher brink,
- external packaging: topher brink,
- fact: kenzi = worst chaperone ever,
- i answer to: peter wiggin,
- issue: i have a tattoo,
- mood: emo,
- person: ender: giver of remedies,
- person: kenzi: world's worst babysitter,
- person: peter: evil overlord,
- person: quinn: jello girl,
- place: 307
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:26 pm (UTC)Belatedly, he hoped his roommate wasn't around. Whoops.
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:28 pm (UTC)Kenzi was scolding as she opened the door. "Topher! Security! These locks are lame, but you can at least make the token effort." She wandered over with a glass of something large and red-based in one hand, and toast and a spray bottle of water gripped in the other. "Drink this."
Because that always ended so well.
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:32 pm (UTC)Then he got a look at the large and red-based item and recoiled. "I don't want it."
Just instinct, after last night.
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:37 pm (UTC)And oh, right, she had. Oh well. "You've been awake a while, you should have fixed that. Aren't you glad I didn't leave you in a Common Room for anyone to find and draw on?"
See! She looked out for him!
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:38 pm (UTC)"...yes," he grumbled. "I think Peter wants me dead."
This was true.
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:43 pm (UTC)That had been funny!
It was milk, orange juice, blueberries, strawberries, bananas, a handful of vitamins and ibuprofen, and cayenne pepper. That last was mostly also for the funny.
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:45 pm (UTC)And then he took a sip, swallowed, and then his eyes bulged.
"Spicy!" he wailed. See what you did, Kenzi?
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 05:50 pm (UTC)"...what do you think he'd do to me?"
Now, there was a
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:52 pm (UTC)"Make you hack somewhere he's interested in, or build him an android duplicate so he can be two places at once," Kenzi said promptly. "Or shave your head. One of those."
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 05:56 pm (UTC)Which meant she'd throw him under the bus if Peter was *really* pissed, but might not if she was feeling generous. "I won't let you die."
There were always escape and rescue plans!
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:58 pm (UTC)Wait. That reminded him of something.
"...did I say I loved Tony?"
Love, Topher. Present tense.
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:01 pm (UTC)Like? Yes? Sort of? The way you like someone who was essentially harmless and funny, even if they could be massively irritating. After all, that was one of Kenzi's things, being irritating.
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:03 pm (UTC)Topher leaned back against his headboard, sipping the horrible smoothie all the while.
"...who else did I call?" Not that he'd be sending out apologies or anything.
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:06 pm (UTC)Really, she should've stopped him. "I was pretty buzzed. Maybe I'm remembering wrong."
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:08 pm (UTC)On that last name, he moaned and buried his head in his hands. "I called Irish Guy? Noooooo!"
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 06:13 pm (UTC)"I don't want to be his friend!" Topher wailed. "He talks about sex! He was looking for -- you know -- " He lowered his voice. "Adult films on the TV!"
Yeah, he wasn't going back up to the fourth floor anytime soon.
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 06:17 pm (UTC)"He didn't show me anything," Topher said, tilting his head. "We just, you know." He waved a hand awkwardly. "At Tony's wedding."
Kissed. But oops, that would probably sound like he meant sex.
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:19 pm (UTC)Then she poked Topher. "You vomited on me. Do you remember me telling you you were going to get hit?"
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:21 pm (UTC)He didn't want to get hit.
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:23 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2011-09-23 06:29 pm (UTC)"'Kay," he said agreeably. That was a first.
Then he peered up at her, looking surprisingly young and innocent. "Does the tattoo look okay?"
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