if i think i can figure things out, is that curiosity or arrogance?

After spending some time over at some other campfire that was not his, Topher came back to his room to resume the activity of the week. The activity? Watching loud, obnoxious videos. Except he had to cringe and lower the volume every time he heard footsteps in the hall, because he did not want to get punched again.

Then he came upon something interesting. At first he shuddered, because, you know, boobies, but then he got a good look at the girl in the video.

"No. Way."

And then the related videos linked to something even better.

"Oh my god," he breathed.

Then he got up and scrambled out of the room. He had to gloat about this.

[['Stablishy, but open!]]

Topher was pretty sure that he was right on the verge of breaking into the files Peter had wanted. He'd spent most of the past week working on it, not to mention today's computer class, and while the files were pretty tough to crack, he knew he'd get it eventually. Come on. He was a genius. Just a few clicks... and... bingo. He was in.

Just what he was in wasn't quite clear. There was a list of names with files on each of them. He clicked on A. Wiggin, not really sure what to expect, and found things like "Command School" and "further education." What? The rest of it was fairly vague, so he went back to look at some other names. This A. Wiggin, whoever he was, was younger than most of them, but other than that, he was just starting to piece everything together when --

Crap. All of a sudden he was locked out of the server, and while he made a few attempts to get back in, he had a feeling it was probably permanent. Ah, well. Hopefully he would have what Peter needed. He took out his phone and sent him a text that just read Got it.

A man of few words, Topher was.

[[For the manipulative brain twin. Conversation and details of what Topher did are NFB, please.]]