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Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening
Sunday, August 12th, 2012 04:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dollpocalypseIn a twist of fate that had surprised even him, Topher was... actually having a good weekend. Neither Billy nor Victor seemed too pissed at him, he'd fixed up one of his laptops that hadn't been working, and he'd... accidentally slept through work yesterday. But that was okay.
So to celebrate this much-needed divergence from what had not been an especially fun pattern of moping and guilt, he ordered Mexican food and flopped in front of the TV to play video games.
The TV wasn't exactly cooperating -- it seemed to think that Topher wanted to watch some musical where people cried a lot -- but the Mexican food was still good, so that was fine.
...Topher had maybe missed the memo about the Mary Sues. If he'd known, he would've been hiding in his room.
So to celebrate this much-needed divergence from what had not been an especially fun pattern of moping and guilt, he ordered Mexican food and flopped in front of the TV to play video games.
The TV wasn't exactly cooperating -- it seemed to think that Topher wanted to watch some musical where people cried a lot -- but the Mexican food was still good, so that was fine.
...Topher had maybe missed the memo about the Mary Sues. If he'd known, he would've been hiding in his room.