Second Floor Common Room [Thursday Morning]

Bridge was bored. So he'd dragged the telekinesis ball out of his room, since he hadn't practiced in a while, and sat down crosslegged on a couch in the common room to do so.

After a few minutes, he had the ball floating in a lazy circuit around the room.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-07-06 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Andros?" Conner's jaw drops. "Like . . . KO-35 Andros? With the hair?"

He's staring at the TK ball. "Space Ranger Andros?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-07-06 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dude," Conner says, awed. "That is sweet. That guy's, like, my hero. Except for the hair. I couldn't do the hair."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-07-06 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner snickers. "Except maybe Doctor O when he was younger. I saw some of those old pictures of him."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-07-06 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, seriously. Andros?" Yeah, Conner's a little fixated on that, still.

Not that this has anything to do with the fact that hey, the name is really close to the one belonging to a certain . . . yeah.

"I must've watched all the archrival bootage archival footage of the Space Rangers that Doctor O had in the Command Center. He rocked. He's gotta be, like, a legend by your time or something."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-07-06 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner nods, and has to ask. "I haven't let it get to my head, have I? Or can you not tell me that?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-07-06 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, good," Conner says, relieved.