Third floor commoon room, Tuesday night

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter wandered over to the common room and turned on the television. Nothing on, nothing on... Gelmoore Gals. Peter scoped out the surroundings. Nobody around. "Yay guilty pleasure," Peter cheered to himself. Even if somebody came over in a couple minutes, he'd probably be amused enough by the show not to care at that point.

[OOC: Open, hooray.]

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Please. I'm not only bringing the snark, I'm also carrying your goofy face," Peter said.

[fates_jaye]

"That doesn't even make sense."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Neither does your face," Peter said.

[fates_jaye]

She sighs at him. "You've resorted to this?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I'm distracted by TV, okay?" Peter said. "It's just so much more interesting than you."

[fates_jaye]

"Then why are you still talking to me?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Because you won't stop talking to me," Peter said.

[fates_jaye]

"You keep talking back."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Shh."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye sticks her tongue out at him, and turns around in her chair.