The hallways, Wednesday night

[forgottenpants]

Pete didn't do idle well. Thus, having not yet been introduced to television or the wonders of the internet, he was skulking about the hallways, making a mental map of all the entrances and exits and good places to hang random traps.

And generally looking like he just might be up to no good.

Possibly, he was planning to torture the students by singing.

She'll be comin', comin', coming, comin', comin,
Row-hound that mounTAIN! When she comes,
Oh when she comes, when she comes,
She'll be comin'! (comin'comin'comin'comin')
Round that MOUNTAIN when she comes,
(Oh well, when she comes. . . .)

[ooc: dance for me! er, I mean, open!]

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Pete," Cally said, having finally traced down the source of the horrible noise.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie was heading back up to her room, and had to stop and pause, hearing the dreadful singing. It wasn't as if she could audition for the London Light Opera, but... "Hullo?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner poked his head out the door of 314, accompanied by a sudden wave of obnoxious bubblegum pop. "Hey! D'you mind? You're drowning out Kylee Styles here!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter poked his head out the door and Pup took the opportunity to run out of the room to Pete's feet, where he started a little hellpuppy howl.

Definitely not as cute as usual.

[forgottenpants]

Pete doffed his hat and affected a regal manner. "Ma'am. What brings you to this particular part of the hallway at this latter hour of the evening?"

[forgottenpants]

"Don't mind me ma'am, just singin' my cares away,"

[forgottenpants]

"You got somethin' against rural music?"

[forgottenpants]

Pete paused mid "comin'" to stare at Pup. "Now what the hell kind of canine is that?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"You don't happen to have a bucket, do you?" Cally asked.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup stopped howling and started wagging, staring expectantly up at the noisy guy.

"Hellhound," Walter answered, leaning in his doorway. "And music critic."

[forgottenpants]

"I'm afraid not." Pete shrugged. "I can do a mean Liza in 'There's a Hole in the Bucket' though, if you'd like,"

[forgottenpants]

Pete looked from Pup to Walter and back. "That thing has six eyes. It yours?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Well, see, I actually don't think it matters if you have a bucket," Cally said. "Cause I still don't think you'd be able to carry a tune with one."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Conner said, even though he kind of did. But given his own choice in music, he had no room to talk. "I have something against noise in the hallways at night, though."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

No need to hide his amusement. "Yes. His name is Pup."

Pup was still waiting to be petted, wagging until his tail was a blur.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

If Evie had seen this boy in Cairo, she would've started checking her purse. Well, if she'd seen him in London, too.

Actually, she was very glad she wasn't wearing one at the moment.

"I see," she said somewhat dubiously. "I don't believe I'm familiar with that song."

[forgottenpants]

Pete blinked. "Well, there are many things that do get carried about in buckets, such as water, for one, but I don't believe a tune is generally transported about in such a manner."

So saying, he began to sing again.

There's a hole in the bucket,
Dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket,
Dear Liza, a hole,

[forgottenpants]

"It's an American classic, ma'am. The name's Pete Hutter."

[forgottenpants]

"I am merely culturarlly educatin' the residents of this here dorm. This is a school, ain't it?"

[forgottenpants]

"Does it bite?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Well, at least she didn't have to feel sorry for making fun of him if he had no clue he'd been made fun of.

"Pete, can I ask you a question?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

As tempting as it was to say yes, Walter shook his head. "No. He's well trained."

Of course, he might try to roto-rooter Pete's sinuses if he got a chance, but Walter wasn't going to warn him about that.

Pup was now whining about being talked about without being petted.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeeeeeeeeees," Conner replied slowly. "What culture? The kind you grow in bio lab?"

[forgottenpants]

"Certainly, ma'am."

[forgottenpants]

"Traditional American folk music. You some kind of simpleton?"