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Second Floor Common Room - Tuesday Night

Meg was bored. Bored, bored, bored. She was far too used to having class five days a week. She had on her pj's (a green tank top and Neptune High cheerleader shorts) and was lounging on the couch. One leg was laid out in front of her and the other was hanging off the side of the couch. Not the most lady-like of poses, but she was feeling lazy. She was flipping through the channels, hoping there was something decent on.

"Oooh! Blue Planet!"

[Tis open...yo]

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It hadn't. Johnny lived by the rule: 'Hey, I'm here, what's up dude? Wanna hang out? Watch some TV, surf some porn?'

The frown... well, what to do, what to do.

"Anytime. You can show up any time you like. I don't care. I like company whenever. You can meet my pretty girlfriend."

Oh, joy. What a blessing. Adah couldn't think of any other way she'd rather spend her time than meeting someone else's 'pretty' girlfriend. She wondered what the Storm across the Hall would say if she mentioned that pretty is mostly objective. Evit cej boy, ltsom si ytterp. She kept her eyes steadily on him, unblinking, another slow bite of apple. Maybe if she did that long enough, he'd stop talking. Of course, he could also very well just continue to tell her about his pretty girlfriend, and she would zone his out of her perception and think instead of the malaria virus. Because evit cej boy saw ytterp, after all...

Oooookay then. Blank, steady stare.

"Hey, you like beer?"

The blank, steady stare was marred slightly by the arc in Adah's eyebrow. Reeb make the Toorlexa comparrison stronger; if this pretty girlfriend of his looked like Rachel, Adah was not going to leave her room for a week.

The next bite of her apple distinctly made it clear that, no, she wasn't a fan, and then asked the silent question of how in the world he could have possibly thought otherwise.

All right. No beer.

"Wine? Spritzer? What I'm saying here is that we should hang out, go to Caritas, watch the Zombie band," yes, he was trying to be nice to a new student. One whom obviously couldn't talk or was mute or something.

Oh, and Adah was just so glad that he would be so kind to explain to her what he was saying because, clearly, she didn't understand. Her head tilted slightly, wondering how to say, 'no thanks' or ask what his pretty girlfriend would say about taking the crippled special student to the bar without actually using the words.

Well, this chick was just cold wasn't she? That or she seriously had mental issues that were distracting her from actually undertanding him. Maybe if he spoke slower and used hand signals.

Hmm.

Adah arched an eyebrow and tucked a small smirk away in her brain. My, it appeared as though he was thinking; she certainly hoped he didn't hurt himself...

Johnny made a butterfly with his hands and flew it threw the air, sort of kind of since his hands were still attached to his wrists which were attached to his arms...

"You like the park? We could take a walk one day. The...park...walk...would you like that?"

(I dunno - I'm a tired dork - and get silly when I'm tired.)

And this would be Adah, executing one of her very first facepalms. Her head went down, and her left hand drifted to it in dismay, as if to calm her brain screaming out at the injustice of such a personality. She shook her head, slowly dropping her hand down to her chin as she peered over at him and wondered how to explain this.

Finally, thanks to his butterfly, she realized that she could at least use her fingers where her fingers failed her. Her left hand held itself up, inverted, and she started to move her fingers back and forth, back and forth, to resemble the legs of a person walking. She looked at his face to make sure he understood at least that part, and then, she stopped. The person of her hands stood still. Pointedly, she bent in one of her fingers, and the person tried to walk, to discover that it could not. Not as well anymore, and her eyes drifted toward him again, to see if he understood that.

Ooooh yeah. He understood that. She couldn't walk. Not very well at least. Poor girl. He didn't want her to see pity in his eyes so he smiled.

"Hey! You like piggy back rides?"

(I never mind! I'm a sucker and love her!)

He had got to be kidding. Her cold, dead stare made it very clear that, no, she did not. She didn't learn how to walk against those who said she'd never be able to just to be able to cling to the back of another mammel.

Fine. Whatever. The chick was just cold. Be far it from him to add a little...spice? in her life. Geeezus.

"Doesn't the light hurt your eyes?" Okay, he couldn't help the snide remark. Special ed kid or not.

If Johnny thought Adah's look was cold before, there was no telling what he'd think of it now. "As a matter of fact," she couldn't avoid speaking now, her voice a little hoarse from disuse, "yes, it does." She failed to see what that had to do with anything, though.

Johnny was thinking Vampire but her talking sort of took away his feeling good at thinking it.

"I knew it, you know."

Adah's look back at Johnny explained that she was sure she did and also that she'd said what she had needed to and didn't plan on saying anything more if she could help it.

Johnny grunted.

"Uh. I'll think about you later little girl."

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