5th floor common room ; tuesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was going to go to his death cursing Anakin Skywalker's name for this stupid assignment. The stupid robot kid thing had screamed the entire way back to the dorms and hadn't stopped when he'd dropped the thing on the bed. At this point, Flick just wanted the damn crying to stop. He tried to remember back to when he and Jude had been smaller to things that Jude had done to take care of the both of them.

The memories seemed to be growing fainter by the way and, if he'd been alone, he might have worried about that but he had no time for introspection right now. Mud, as he was so named, was still crying so Flick took the thing down to the common room and set him in front of the television. He found the loudest, brightest cartoon he could find and pointed at the TV.

"Watch it and shush," he said, hoping that worked. When it did, Flick thanked anyone who was listening silently and made his way into the kitchen. He didn't want to sit near Mud in case the thing wanted to cuddle or something.

There was food in the kitchen that he could eat while he contemplated just leaving Mud in front of the TV for the remainder of the week.

[Open CR is open. Mud is the best name for a kid ever]