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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening
Sunday, June 14th, 2026 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liartoldyouthatGame six of the Stanley Cup finals was about to start, and so of course Ilya was parked in the common room with pizza and absolute control of the remote. (No, he hadn't noticed anything weird going on this weekend. This was perhaps for the best, dead mom trauma considered.)
He had some questions about these twits they had doing commentary these days, though. Predicting Vegas would win 3-2 when their goalie had let in at least four goals five games in a row was...bold. "//Really?//" he asked the TV after a second guy echoed this prediction. "//When do you think their goalie became good at hockey?//"
Blah blah blah, enough talking. Bring on the sexy hurricane witch.
Oh, no, was he developing a soft spot for Carolina? Unacceptable. He would have to make a point of scoring on them extra when he made it to the MLH, even if they weren't the Hurricanes there.
(Open common room is open!))
He had some questions about these twits they had doing commentary these days, though. Predicting Vegas would win 3-2 when their goalie had let in at least four goals five games in a row was...bold. "//Really?//" he asked the TV after a second guy echoed this prediction. "//When do you think their goalie became good at hockey?//"
Blah blah blah, enough talking. Bring on the sexy hurricane witch.
Oh, no, was he developing a soft spot for Carolina? Unacceptable. He would have to make a point of scoring on them extra when he made it to the MLH, even if they weren't the Hurricanes there.
(Open common room is open!))