Room 307, Monday Afternoon

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It wasn't like Topher was writing fanfiction about one of his best friends or anything.
 
At all. Because that would be wrong.

It was just that, well, said best friend (shut up, he totally was his best friend) happened to be a superhero. A superhero with, as it turned out, an exceptionally devoted online fanbase. Who had… ideas. And something called a kinkmeme.

And some of them were just stupid. Like the one about the tentacles. Or the one with the… what was it called? Sailor fuku? Please. Tony would never wear something like that. He'd even said so. These people clearly didn't know him at all.
 
So, naturally, he had to retaliate. Retaliate in the form of a novel-length RPS story of his own, in which a high-school-aged Iron Man fell for a science-minded classmate named Chris Strink.
 
Take that, apepperpot.

[[omg blame hoorayimrich. open to artificial intelligence thingies, comments on his masterpiece, visitors, IMs, whatever you want.]]

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"No. What are you doing to someone's scrotum? Did you remember to include essential oils?" Kenzi was trying to see past him. "Oh oh oh leather! Make yourself wear leather!"

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"Go-o-o-o-o!" he insisted, kicking the ground.

This was the beginning of a temper tantrum, Kenzi. It might be best to just flee now.

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"I am so going to find this and look it up and read and review!" Kenzi told him, getting up, chips still in hand. "And you have to come by the store on Friday now! For tips!"

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"No!" he whined. "I don't wanna! Just go away!"

For good measure, he reached out with surprising force to try to yank the chips back.

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Kenzi kept her grip on the chips, throwing her whole weight sideways, minimal though it was. "I'm going! I'm going! I don't want to get between you and your Muse! Write those heated embraces, Topher! I mean, Chris."

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"Get out get out get out!" Topher yelped, hurling a pillow at her.

He could be remarkably Dawn-like sometimes.

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Kenzi ducked out the door, still in possession of the chips, ducked her head back in to say, "I'll remember that writus interruptus makes you testy," and then ducked back out. "BYE!"