2nd floor common room, Tuesday after classes

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was bored. Johnny overturned two empty trash cans and laid a piece of board across the top. Then, because yes, he was bored, he made a bunch of paper people, lining them up across the wooden plank. For their sake, he didn't try to name them.

Sitting on the couch, one by one he sent a fireball towards them, torching them, watching them lift in the air and burn until there was nothing left. Yes, he was playing with fire but he was very safe, really. Nothing was catching on fire except for his mini-paper people. How cool was that?

"Yes! Take that you with the cur--" No, he wasn't going to say it cause he didn't mean it. Seriously. He did not name his paper dolls, come on!

[common room is totally open.]

Comments

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Don't look at his ass don't look at his ass For some values of cool, it was way better, sure.

But still, you can control fire, but if you don't got the reflexes, you'll get burned.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

You so want to look at my ass. My ass is so hot, man.

Johnny's reflexes were precise. Bet he could have fun on that head of hair of Jack's.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

My ass is hotter. Plus? Not gay!

There's nothing wrong with Jack's mullet hair. It's better'n some bike jockey guy.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

My ass is so hotter and for not being gay I know you still want to look, if for nothing more than to compare. And... and... you're short!

Bike jockey? Where?

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

I'm so not gay and yes, I can look at a manly man's manly ass just for comparison and know it's a manly ass. And you're a flamer! Not that I exactly know what that means since, hello, 1960s, but still!

...Don't you race mopeds or something? Something...small?

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Get out of my head! Look but don't talk. You're disturbing my quality thinking about myself time!

Dude, you are so far behind the times. Supercross, dude. SUPERCROSS. Look it up.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

It's not my fault that you shout your 'catch phrase' with a limp wrist while looking in the mirror!

PFft. That's all well and good for playing around, but a real man's ride is a truck.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

and you would know that how? You're totally stalking me, GAH!

A truck? Dude, you've got to be kidding me.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

That was some other Jack watching you from inside the hamper!

Semi truck. How do you think your supercross thing gets delivered? Onna truck!