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Upon finally returning to his room after a five-day vacation, item one on Topher's agenda was to stand on the inside of the door and just have a moment of dorkish glee. He'd been on a whole other planet! And it was awesome! And he'd gotten bitten by a weird giant bug thing and seen mostly-naked girls and half-naked Ben and Ender and almost crashed Ben's speeder, but it was all on another planet so it was awesome!

Once that was taken care of, he composed himself (though he still looked a little overenthusiastic) and started unpacking. He set Kenzi's present on the dresser, tossed his clothes and the stupid, stupid poncho into their rightful places on the floor, and then shoved his luggage under his bed.

And then his room was neatly in order (you know, if you were Topher), which left him to flop down on his bed and grab his laptop.

Specifically, the spybots. They were Peter's, and Topher had let them go entirely too long without repairs. He pulled up the feed he'd set up for Peter to verify that everything was working fine. It seemed to be -- and oh, huh, the faucets were dispensing hot cocoa, who knew? -- but just to make sure, he scrolled through the archives of old footage from the past few weeks.

And saw... wait, wasn't that the day the world had come back? Topher knew Peter was attached to his desk most of the time, but that seemed a bit extreme, priority-wise. Topher thought back to what he'd done that night, remembered seeing people all around the island doing the same things -- then nodded. Yes. Definitely extreme. That was far beyond any normal committment to homework. He had to be something else.

Topher thought for just a second about zooming, seeing just what exactly Peter was even doing on there, but then put that thought out of his mind. That would just get him into trouble. In the meantime, well, the picture quality on one of the bots looked a little shaky, so he grabbed the remote to call it over to him so that he could work.

[[Door is cracked, post is open. Spybots and stuff under the cut NFB, and obviously done with the permission of the marvelous [livejournal.com profile] lockestheway.]]

Date: 2011-12-20 07:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"You lucky," Kenzi said, then started laughing. "Pink? Seriously? Okay, does this explain the leather pants, because I never thought you were a leather pants, advertise the goods kinda guy, Topher." She grinned, taking another bite of popcorn. "Speeders?"

Date: 2011-12-20 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"Floating cars! Finally!" Kenzi cheered, arms up in the air. "I've been waiting for someone to tell me those exist forever! Maaaan. So 'splain the pants. And the dancing girls." Heeeeee.

Date: 2011-12-20 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi looked up at the poster above Topher's bed. "How could I forget?"

Date: 2011-12-20 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi blinked, surprised. "Seriously? Wow. Wait, how does she know that?" Wait, wait, wait. Nooo. "...you bought leather pants to impress Future Tony?"

Date: 2011-12-20 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi's expressions were going at light speed. Try to clock them, Topher: disbelief, WTF, frustration, hilarity, wincing, hmmm!, consideration, tolerance, oy. "Maybe. I think he'd like to see them a lot more on Stephanie right now, though."

Date: 2011-12-20 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Something else to be glad she put a horse's head into Karla's bed for. Giving Topher his stupid hope back. God.

"So he liked the blue alien dancing girls? Why were they creeeepy?"

Date: 2011-12-20 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"I'm getting the 'possibly skeezy' label there, although hey, I try not to judge." Kenzi was grinning, nibbling more popcorn. "So did the others think they were creepy? Aside from Tony." Dancing girls. Could go one of two ways; chicks being exploited... or chicks distracting guys from lifting their wallets!

Date: 2011-12-20 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"He would," Kenzi said, shaking her head. "That guy needs to loosen up." Although she got why he didn't, most of the time. But that just meant he needed to even more! "Okay, so, dancing girls, speeders-- aliens. Aside from the blue dancing girls."

Date: 2011-12-20 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"Swimming llamas?" Kenzi was gleeful. Who wouldn't be? "Pom-hopper! Can you ride those? Or are they too little? Dude, you think we could get some for the pond here?"

Date: 2011-12-20 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"I am totally doing that." Kenzi grinned. "He's way less uptight than his grampa, jeez. But then, everyone is. He almost choked one of the alumni when we were doing the vision quest thingy in the Library. Maaaan, I wish he had a speeder here."

So Kenzi could try to steal it!

Date: 2011-12-20 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"Why, what kind has he got?" Kenzi watched the flicking with amusement. "You missed the Holiday party. And me torturing Butters. Talking to Billy."

Just putting that name out there!

Date: 2011-12-20 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
'Course not. "He's good. Going home to see his parents." Pause. Loooong pause. "Might've said something about liking stuff about you."

Date: 2011-12-20 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"That you're a genius," Kenzi said matter-of-factly. Then a little more amused, "And how impressed you get when someone knows something you don't. I think he appreciates that you appreciate that, you know?"

HINT. HINT.

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