Third floor commoon room, Saturday night

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

He had been back in town for a couple days and watched his girlfriend leave. This meant one thing: Saturday night vegging in front of the TV with enough popcorn for anyone who might stop by.

Tonight he was watching the Discovery Channel, the big nerd.

[OOC: Open, of course.]

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Steel cage match, only one name will walk out the victor," Peter said.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad's rubbed the back of his neck. "And that one name would end up being Bob or something."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"No Bobs will be involved, actually," Peter said. "They're too busy getting apples out of buckets."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad arched en eyebrow. "Was that a pun?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it was," Peter said with a smile. "Good catch."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Holding up a hand as if to not accept any compliments for his 'catch,' Chad shook his head. Then, the hand turned into a thumbs-up. "That was a nice one," he complimented.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Wow, that's a change of pace. Usually people shun or mock me for puns," Peter said.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I like puns."

The problem with Chad was that he just wasn't good at showing that he liked them, but they were simple in their humour, which made them perfect for him.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I knew there was a reason why I got along with you," Peter said.