Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

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Slumped comfortably on the couch, A.J. sat sketching, with a very untouched sandwich sitting on a plate on the nearby endtable. He was working on a new piece of abstract art and ended up getting rather engrossed in it. To a point where he not only forgot about the sandwich, but he was also forgetting about where he was, what he was doing, what it was about. Entirely caught up in the moment. He loved when the art took on a force of its own and simply seemed to be using him and his pencils as a channel for giving them life....


[[ open, of course, as common rooms are, yay! ]]

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"Aaaah, what's that supposed to mean?" She mock pouted, folding her arms across her chest.

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"You can't pull pouting on the Pout Master," A.J. said. Pouting. "Won't work."

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She looked up at him through her lashes, poking her bottom lip out more, "Can too, Pout Master the second."

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A.J. quirked an eyebrow at her, "My Poutmaster sidekick?"

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"Nooo, you're Pout Master the second. I'm the first." She grinned cause trying to pout got old fast.

Sighing, Annette slouched back against the couch, stretching her legs out in front of her, and stared at the TV. "This channel always makes you hungry. How old are you, A.J.?"

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"I was just going to ask you that," A.J. said. "Seventeen. Your turn."

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"Seventeen," she said, turning around to look at him.

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"And your birthday?"

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"March fifteenth," she replied. "Yours?"

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"Completely and totally made up February twenty-eighth," A.J. announced triumphantly. "That makes me older. That makes me Pout Master the First."

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She shook her head, grinning, "Fine by me. No one likes a pouter anyway. Unless your're totally cute at it." She paused. "Okay, so like your're totally cute at it. But are you going to be a senior or a junior?"

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A.J. took a second to marvel at how incredibly good and bad for his ego Annette could be at times. "Senior. You?"

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"Senior," she muttered. So they were both seventeen, both seniors, and he was older. Hmm.

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By exactly fifteen days. Unless it's a leap year.

Well, and there was a whole decade and change to figure in somewhere, too, probably, but A.J. wasn't going to bother with that.

"So we'll graduate together, probably," he noted happily.

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She nodded, "Unless my parents drag me home before that can happen."

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"My parents are probably glad to be rid of me," A.J. said with a grin.

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"Why's that, A.J.?"

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"Well, one, they sent me here, and two, less to worry about, you know?"

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Annette frowned. Was that one of the reasons her parents sent her here? Less to worry about. That seemed so...unparent like.

"I think you and I have more in common than we realize." she said softly, staring back at the TV.

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A.J. looked at Annette thoughtfully for a moment before offering her another soft smile, even if she had turned away and probably wouldn't see it. "Probably," he said. "Which means you could actually probably design something pretty good for your room, you just don't realize it yet."