4th Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy was cooking dinner. Frozen pizza in the oven, the height of culinary technique for a teenage boy. He had some pointlessly violent cartoon on the TV, most likely involving small animals and magical powers. He was totally set for the night.


[[ooc: open like a common room usually is, but slowplay due to baking of muffins]]

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was bored, so he came to see what might be going on in the common room. "Hey, Teddy," he nodded as he plopped into his usual, sturdiest-chair-in-the-room chair. "What's up?"

[[ also slowwww XD ]]

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy nodded back. "Cartoons and pizza." He gestured toward pizza that had hand-wavily finished cooking.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded again, eyeing the pizza, noting that there was only on. He probably resembled something similar to a puppy near the table at dinnertime. A very, very, very big puppy. "Coool..."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy rolled his eyes because Chad with puppy dog eyes was both adorable and bizarre. "Would you like some pizza Chad?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Aw, thanks, Teddy; I'd love some." Chad sort of hopped off the chair by going over one of the armrests, and went over to grab a couple of slices before returning with another furniture-threatening drop into the seat.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy settled back in his seat and began to eat a piece of pizza. "You going home next week for break?" He asked between bites.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad looked up with a surprised sort of grunt, pizza hanging from mouth to hand in a time-suspended bite. "We have anything break next week?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Thanksgiving. We do have that off, right?" The question was mostly for himself.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Oh, shit, right," Chad winced a little. Crazy ass little American holidays. "I, uhhh, I imagine we would, yeah. You goin' home? I ain't really got a home to go to, y'know, and, besides, not my holiday."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy shook his head and sighed. "Can't go home. Besides, I don't have any family to celebrate it with this year anyway."

"My plan is to go and get a pumpkin pie and some of that canned cranberry jelly stuff and watch the parade on TV."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't sound like much fun," Chad observed, very pointedly. "I could pretend to be American and celebrate with ya, though, that might help."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy gave a rather nervous and forced laugh. "You're just saying that because there's pie involved."

He might be good at helping other people deal with their problems, but avoidance, thy name is Teddy.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Am not," Chad said with an insisting grunt, thrusting his chin up. "There's pie? I totally forgot."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Of course there's pie! It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without pie. Or turkey. But mostly the pie," Teddy babbled.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Well, then," Chad held up his thumb. "Bonus."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy sighed. He wasn't going to get out of his totally-not-brooding-or-sulking Thanksgiving, was he? "You supply the canned cranberry sauce and I'll get the pies."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Deal." Chad nodded.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John wandered in, his FreeFooDar working.