Fifth floor common room, Monday evening

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Pip took a drag on his cigarette and flipped the channel again.

He was slightly better looking than he had been yesterday, thanks to Demyx's magic, but still pretty beat up.

It's his birthday, he's tired, and he's sore. Anyone who wants to take his remote better be at least a vampire or a demon or a mutant or something.

And even then, they'd better be black belt martial artsists.

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