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....


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A.J. nodded. "I wouldn't want to steal Diana Barry's thunder, after all. You probably miss her a lot, huh?"

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Anne's smile grew wistful. "I do, very much. I imagine she'd be overwhelmed even more than I was, if she were to visit, though."

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"Why's that?" A.J. asked, head tilting, and trying to think of what his, uh....bosom buddy might think of Fandom. He guessed that would be Corey. He imagined her already having a panic attack in the corner, and grinned a little.

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"She's led a rather sheltered life compared to mine," Anne explained, her tone delicate so as to imply no undue slight to Diana's upbringing. "And so she never had to get by on her imagination as often as I have."

[OOC: Same here, meds kicking in. Woo.]

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Maybe there was more to this kindred spirit thing than A.J. first thought. He blinked at Anne a little. "That's...kind of a lot like my best friend, Corey, really, too," he said, slowly.