Fourth floor common room, Saturday afternoon

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Victor had spent much of the past couple days working on his notes for that secret project of his. This meant he was locked in his room all that time (not that being locked in his room was rare for him) but he needed a brief break.

He imagined that a Saturday afternoon would be quiet as most of his classmates would be off fighting something, or being impregnated, or sleeping late like the unproductive wastes they were. That's the only reason he actually came to the common room this afternoon to read.

[OOC: For the record, I slept until 11 so I'm not quite an unproductive waste like the kind Doom's thinking of, but I'm CLOSE. Also, open, obviously.]

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

While the water heated in the little water heating appliance, Billy attempted to be quiet while rummaging for cups, utensils and hot chocolate mix.

You ever notice how sometimes when you're really trying to be quiet, that's when make the most noise?

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

More noise. Great. It was still much quieter than Sheppard's babies, though, so Victor wasn't terribly put off.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Sorry." Billy apologized. "I'm normally better at this."

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"It's far less irritating than Sheppard's babies," Victor said.

He didn't exactly accept the apology or anything. That's just not who Doom was.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy was used to people like that. Actually he took the statement as a sort of acceptance. "Sheppard has babies? Are we getting invaded again?"