Room 307, Monday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

So apparently the squirrels really liked Topher or something. Two radio broadcasts in three days. Seriously, he pretty much wanted them dead or something at this point. They were horrible, horrible creatures.

But in happier news, he'd finally finished his Christmas present for Tony and he had Billy coming over in a little bit to play video games. Both of which were good things.

There was nothing weird about taking a few seconds to organize his room before Billy showed up, right? Like moving some of the garbage off the floor and all that and organizing the bags of chips and video game controllers all in one place opposite the TV? That was just manners or something.

[[Oooopen, expecting three, Peter thread is last.]]

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[dollpocalypse]

Sad gopher eyes. Feel them, Peter. Feel their sad, sad gopher power.

[lockestheway]

"That doesn't actually work on me," Peter informed the sad gopher eyes. "I deal with squirrels every week."

[dollpocalypse]

But squirrels were gross, and Peter had a history of being mean to them. Topher was a gopher. Way more adorable.

So he took his sad gopher eyes and nodded toward a bag of chips, as if to say, 'Pretty please?'

[lockestheway]

Peter rolled his eyes, and was about to open his mouth to point out that no, he was not going to take him home, when he realised two things.

One: if he left Topher to his own devices, he would probably wind up realising that his current form made it very easy to spy on Tony or sneak into his pants or something, and there was a certain level of self-destructive idiocy Peter supposed he had to pretend if Topher was going to remain of any use.

Two: he was talking to a gopher, and that was fucking stupid.

"Fine, but I'm getting you a Habitrail," he said.

[dollpocalypse]

Here, Peter, have a happy gopher squeak.

And then Topher proceeded to attempt to gather some wires to bring with him. To chew on or play with or something.

[lockestheway]

Peter rolled his eyes, reached out, and picked up the little guy by the scruff of his neck (and a few seconds of fumbling later, also his back paws). "Habitrail," he said firmly.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher clung. Like a clingy, clingy gopher.

Goodbye, beautiful cave of video games and wires. Topher would miss you so.

[lockestheway]

Peter muttered something under his breath, held on to the gopher, and headed out.

To buy Topher a nice, homey, beautiful cave of a Habitrail.

Not so much for Topher's benefit but because he thought it'd be funny, but really, it was the act that counted, right?