Fourth Floor Common Room; Friday Evening.

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"Out, damn spot..."

A.J., still rubbing at a splotch of paint that had gotten on his sweater from the insane amounts of therapy painting (you should see the sheets in the room), frowned as he moved into the common room. He needed food, stat, and copious amounts of mindless entertainment. There probably wasn't anything good on TV, anyway, but he figured it was worth a try. He moved over to the cupboard to start rooting around for something easy to make, muttering under his breath about where were all the people cooking wonderful delicious food now.


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[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam was ever so slightly bored, wandering into the common room in hopes of finding some form of entertainment.

"Hey," he smiled.

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A.J. lifted his chin a little as he rooted around a few more boxes in the cupboard. "Hey, man," he said. "You don't know if there's anything good in here, do you?"

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"Uh, not that I've seen lately," Adam admitted, shaking his head. "I've got some stuff back in my room?"

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"Eh, don't worry about it," A.J. shrugged and started for the fridge. "I'm sure I'll find something. I guess I could stand to learn to cook something, but...meh."

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"All right, if you're sure," Adam smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

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A.J. gave a soft, light grin. "Can't cook for crap, either, huh?"

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Adam laughed, shaking his head. "Not really no. I mean, I'm okay with certain things but I have a long way to go before I qualify as a well rounded cook."

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"I can make grilled cheese and milkshakes," A.J. admitted. "That's about it, man. It goes with the whole artist thing. If you have artistic ability, you can't cook. Thus? Starving artist."

He nodded slightly, another light grin. It was just a fact.

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"Hey, it's a start," Adam grinned. "Yeah, seems the way of the world," he chuckled.

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A.J. seemed content to just grab a soda from the fridge for the moment and let out a slight sigh as he opened it. "So, how've you been, man?" he asked, taking a sip of the drink.

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"I've been good," Adam smiled. "Classes have been keeping me busy, how about you? Haven't seen you in some time."

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"Been busy," A.J. shrugged a little. "Lots of projects going on. Like..." He paused a minute, biting his lip as his fingers moved in a silent count. "Uh, a lot."

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"Sure sounds like it," Adam let out a low whistle, taking in the amount of counting A.J. had done. "And here I thought I had a lot going on," he smirked.

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

By coincidence, there was a very competent young Japanese chef headed for the common room. Unfortunately, she had a craving for something that wasn't exactly in her repertoire -- mac and cheese.

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Which, in all honesty, was still of a greater culinary level than anything A.J. was wont to make. He frowned as he closed another cabinet and looked over as Hoshi came into the room. "Hey," he said, a bit downhearted.

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"Hi A.J. Is anyone using the stove? I can always come back later," said Hoshi, polite as always.

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There was a pause, and a blink, as A.J.'s brain got to working a bit more than just the reason why he'd been panting, the painting itself, and the quest for food. "Not...yet, no one is. You want to?"

Why, yes, that was a tone of hope in his voice.

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"Sure. I think there's some elbow macaroni in the cabinet and some milk and cheddar in the fridge," said Hoshi, pulling out various pots and pans.

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"...Think you're in much of a sharing mood?"

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"Sure. I always make too much anyway," said Hoshi. "Thank goodness it's Friday already. How was your week?"

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"Getting a little better," A.J. offered lightly, and moved to give Hoshi a light nudge. "Thanks."

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"You're welcome," said Hoshi, just a little perplexed. She made a mental note to listen to the radio more often. "So things were not better earlier?"

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"It's been, uh..." Nose wrinkling thoughtfully, A.J. frowned a little bit at the stove. "Uh, not good. At all. I worked it out with some painting," he promptly pointed to the evidence on his shirt. Under his fingernails. He didn't really notice the evidence slightly on his face, in a light green mark under his chin. "So I feel batter now. And now I have delicious food on its way, so that'll help, too, I think..."

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"Good food always helps. That's what my grandmother used to say," said Hoshi, looking at all the traces of paint left behind on A.J.

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"I like your grandma's way of thinking," A.J.'s head bobbed in a nod. "Of course, now that means you have make it good. Think you can do that?" He offered a slight smile.