Fourth Floor Common Room; Early Tuesday Evening.

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. was, of course, feeling creative tonight, and restless, but most of all, he was feeling hungry. He wasn't all that great or inventive with food as he was art, mostly because he actually had to put food in his body (and he shuns your arguments regarding paint fumes).

He did make a pretty mean grilled cheese sandwich, though, so he was making some of those and hoping maybe others might drop in and appriciate his meager offerings, even if they were....really meager. And, if no one did show up....well, grilled cheese sandwiches was a sculpting medium he hadn't worked from yet, and to hell with anyone's views on playing with food.

There was also a ridiculously large bowl (that he painted, of course) full to the brim with M&Ms. He liked the or-range.


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Anemone was lurking the in the door way with about as much stealth as she could manage. Which is to say, not much.

She took careful aim at the back of A.J.'s head, and let loose with her pre-made (and pink) missle of choice (http://www.giladorigami.com/P_Dog_Hasegawa.JPG), crafted just for him.

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Stealth or no, A.J. was attempting too cook. Which meant he was a little preoccupied with potentially overcharred sandwiches. If only he had some spices, then he could claim that he'd tried to make Caju--

His thoughts were interrupted abruptly with something hitting him in the head. He ducked, although it was too late, hand to hair and eyes a little wide. "What the...!" He sharply turned to see what had hit him, and hopefully where it had come from.

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Anemone giggled and tossed another pink puppy at A.J. "I was going to slip them under your door for a week, but you made such a tempting target! I couldn't resist!"

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"Tempting target, huh?" A.J. gave her lip-pursed look of yeah, right, whatever. Or it could have also been a slightly confused, but still somewhat confident hell, yeah, I'm a tempting target, ooh baby. It shifted into a smirk as he bent down to pick up the missile. "Cute. You didn't send me that collar, Anemone, did you?"

It was purple, though, so he didn't think it would be her. Clearly, it would have been pink if Anemone had sent it.

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"Collar?" Anemone blinked at him, touching her own collar out of habit. "Nope. Not me. I thought about baking you some cookies shaped like puppy treats, but decided you'd appreciate something a bit more artistic instead."

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A.J. pouted slightly. "But cookies taste good. Better than paper tastes."

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"Well, maybe if you ask you can have cookies anyway." Anemone grinned and flopped down on a couch. "Now that pie class is over, I don't have an excuse to bake. I need to keep practicing, otherwise all those baking lessons will go to waste! Want to be one of my trustworthy volunteers?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy saw that she was attempting to be stealthy, so just nodded subtly to her.

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Anemone grinned at Billy and winked as she lined up her first shot to take out A.J. Origami ninja bomber!

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Billy watched to see if she hit or not and smiled at her.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Hey what smells good?"

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"It's...either the food," A.J. said. "Or me." He turned toward Billy and grinned like a dork. "I'm gonna bet the food, though."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna go with the food too. Not that you smell bad, but, yeah."

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"Hey," A.J. waggled a spatula at him. "I smell like a regular rose garden over here."

That, or paint fumes. They were close, right? Right.

The spatula went back to the pan. "Want some?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Roses? No thanks. I would like a grilled cheese though."

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A.J. snorted. "Oh, thank God. I didn't actually have any roses, so if you wanted those, you'd be screwed. One sammich, coming right up."

He missed the bell from work when he said that.

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Haku was wandering around the dorms slowly nursing a hot mug of soup that he bought earlier at the store. He smiled seeing A.J. there. "Hello A.J."

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"Haku!" A.J. smiled back. "Long time, no see, man." He took note of the mug. "What'cha got there?"

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"It's Miso soup," Haku smiled. "It's really traditional back home and I haven't had any since I got here. What do you have?"

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"Grilled cheese!" A.J. told him with dorkish glee. "I...guess you could call it traditional for where I'm from. I ate it almost every other day."

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"Same with me and this soup," Haku smiled. "I was a little disappointed that it's instant though. But they didn't have everything at the store for it."

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"Awww," A.J. frowned a little. "If you ever do find stuff for it, maybe you'll have to let me try it. You want me to make you a sandwich?"

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"Hey Man." Billy waved. "Whatcha got there?"

[snow-white-boy.livejournal.com]

Haku nodded back with a small smile, thinking he looked familiar but couldn't exactly place him.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

[heck I can hardly ever keep track]

"Dunno if we've actually met. I'm Billy."