Spa at the Monastery, Room 2, Thursday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

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!]]

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"What did you do on your wild days?" There's a knock at the door, and Kenzi drips her way over to let room service in, two trays worth. She extracts money from Topher's wallet to tip them. Serve him right. "Thanks guys!"

[dollpocalypse]

"He never got his chest waxed," Topher shared helpfully.

[lockestheway]

"Because only idiots get their chest waxed."

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"You got your chest waxed?" Kenzi already has an onion ring in her mouth, and she almost chokes, laughing. "Why why why wasn't I there with a camera?" She throws a doughnut at Peter. Just for fun.

[dollpocalypse]

"I did not say that!" Topher insisted, holding up both hands. "And there is nothing wrong with it. Or... getting your legs waxed. It's FINE."

It wasn't fine.

[lockestheway]

Peter snickered. "It is not 'fine'," he said. "Girls get their legs waxed, if they're concerned about that kind of thing. Bodybuilders. Actors who do nude scenes."

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"Swimmers," Kenzi contributed. "And can I say 'ow'? Shaving's good enough for me." TMIwhat? "Also now I have this image of fuzzy carpet being removed in strips. Probably from working at the site."

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"That was Tony," Topher interjected. "Ben and I just got our chests done." Topher snapped his fingers in triumph. "See? Ender likes it!"

Ender probably didn't like it.

[lockestheway]

"Thought you didn't like Ender," Peter said idly. "And Kenzi? Nobody here needs to know about your carpet."

Thanks, Peter.

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"Nobody here ever will know, 'cept me," Kenzi returned, unfazed. Then threw a pillow at his head, to follow-up the doughnut. "I'll be sure and ask Tony to take his shirt off to show off, the next time I see him."

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"Carp... oh! Oh, ew." Topher gagged loudly, repulsed.

Once that display of maturity was over, he corrected her, "You mean pants. 'Cause... legs. Which might be weird."

But possibly dare-worthy!

[lockestheway]

Peter dodged the pillow... let's say semi-successfully. That was a good estimation.

"Oh, so this was all about getting Tony's pants off," Peter said, "Now I'm getting it a little better."

And Kenzi was getting a pillow in the face, if his aim was true.

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Kenzi managed to dodge most of it, but the giggling meant Peter still caught the top of her head.

"Okaaaay, yes, much clearer now!" Heeee. Kenzi retrieved the pillow, grin on her face. "You're sneakier than I gave you credit for, Topher."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher tugged a pillow off the bed to throw at Kenzi, but it sadly hit the ground several feet in front of her.

"Shut up," he mumbled.

Try not to call him on that teensy blush, guys.

[lockestheway]

"Oh god, are you blushing?" Peter chortled.

Sorry, Topher. He was a horrible friend.

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"Awwwwwww," Kenzi teased. Then picked up the pillow and threw it at Topher. And threw the other one back at Peter. "That is adorable!"

[dollpocalypse]

The pillow hit his head and Topher decided this situation could be resolved by holding it up to his face.

"NoI'mnot," he mumbled.

[lockestheway]

"What was that?" Peter asked. "I can't hear you." This time, he... managed to once again sort of not entirely successfully dodge that pillow. Stupid not being the Wiggin with the panther reflexes.

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Kenzi flopped down, giggling, and dug into the food again. "Whatever. Crush all you want, Topher. Just don't get your hopes up too far." Getting crushed for a crush was no fun. She threw a banana at him. No symbolism. Nope.

[dollpocalypse]

"Can we just -- talk about something else? Please?"

The blush had intensified, see.

"Like Peter! And how learning to get rid of a crowd of zombies will help him in his everyday life!"

[lockestheway]

Peter rolled his eyes. "Even if I did encounter zombies, in some fluke of Fandom," he said, "The video game won't help me. The month I spent taking that class on how to fend off the zombie apocalypse on the other hand..."

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"Was that any help at all?" Kenzi asked, pulling out fries now, and dipping them in ranch dressing. "I've gotten pretty good with guns now. We won't have to hide, next time." It might still be smart, but they wouldn't have to.

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"But remember when I infected your room with the rock poison and you were all scared that you'd die and stuff?" Topher pointed out, gesturing to the screen energetically. "This game! Super helpful!"

[lockestheway]

"No," Peter told Topher firmly, because that was stupid logic. "And great job reminding me about that, by the way." He glanced at Kenzi. "I, on the other hand, am now a star with a shovel. The dignified man's weapon."

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Kenzi hooted, and asked, "So you're okay to dig your own grave? Pfftt." She shook her head, nibbling again. "Knives, at least, man. Kate's shown me a couple things with swords, I'm gonna work my way up."