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dollpocalypse) wrote2011-10-12 11:23 pm
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Spa at the Monastery, Room 2, Thursday Afternoon
In contrast to the past few days, Topher and Kenzi's room was now meticulously clean. This was because many of Topher's robots and wires and such had been thrown away and/or destroyed. KENZI.
There was, however, a fairly complex chain of wires attached to the TV, and three video game controllers set out on the floor. And there was a T-shirted Kenzi in the tub, a pajama-clad Topher who had dragged his mattress onto the floor in front of the TV, and a zombie-killing game on the screen.
Peter was sure to love this arrangement!
[[For the evil overlord and lady! Kenzi modded with permission. Up early for timezones!]]
There was, however, a fairly complex chain of wires attached to the TV, and three video game controllers set out on the floor. And there was a T-shirted Kenzi in the tub, a pajama-clad Topher who had dragged his mattress onto the floor in front of the TV, and a zombie-killing game on the screen.
Peter was sure to love this arrangement!
[[For the evil overlord and lady! Kenzi modded with permission. Up early for timezones!]]
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"I told you I don't do video games," he pointed out.
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He was ignoring Peter's wishes, yes.
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This was exciting news.
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Topher fired repeatedly and vigorously at Kenzi's guy.
Absently, focusing on his very poor aim but still directing the question at Peter, he inquired, "Do you need a tutor?"
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Cough.
"You're a sophomore like me, right?" he asked, peering away from the screen and up at Peter. This was a mistake, as it caused several of his little zombie guys to die tragically. "Noooo!"
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Seriously, you two and your video games and your obsession with interpersonal relationships. Let him never end up like you.
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Sophomore, junior, it wasn't like it mattered to someone not going to college.
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"You should go to MIT like I'm gonna," he suggested to Peter, rolling onto his back on the floor and glancing over him. Sure, he slacked off in class and didn't give a crap about how well he did, but he was one hundred percent sure that MIT was the plan, yes.
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Not that Peter cared. He wasn't actually going. If he was going anywhere at all, it'd be community college, so classes wouldn't be a distraction from, you know. Taking over the world.
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... yes, she'd just decided that. Shush.
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"You know in politics you have to wear suits, right?"
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