Third Floor Common Room - Monday evening - 1/14/08

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was sacked out on the couch in the common room, reading the book from Millie; he hoped to have it finished before he went to work on Friday so he could tell Millie what he thought of it.

He looked a little different than he had previously; the oversize broadcloth was gone, replaced by a deep green wool sweater and a pair of fitted jeans. He'd also been wearing his new shoes earlier, but those had been left in his room as he was attempting to keep them unscuffed.

The television was off, mostly because he didn't know what it was, but every few minutes his eyes flicked towards the screen. He kept seeing things in the dark glass, images at the corner of his eye, but he dismissed them and kept up with his book.

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[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Wandering down in hopes of getting some food, Teddy paused when he noticed Liir.

"Hey!"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir hopped off of the couch and put his book on the coffee table.

"Teddy!"

Liir was beaming, practically glowing as he smiled.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy grinned at Liir's beaming. "Did you have coffee?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"Miss Lulu gave me cookies."

It wouldn't take a rocket science to know what kind of cookies.

"And she's going to show me how to make them sometime this week."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Ooo!" Teddy said appreciatively. "What kind of cookies?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

That got a mildly flat look.

"What kind do you think?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Chocolate chip? Brownie fudge? There are a lot of chocolate ones you know," Teddy replied, rolling his eyes at the look.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"As long as it's chocolate, does it really matter?"

He flopped back down on the couch again and made room for Teddy this time.

"How was your day?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Dork." He flopped down on the couch. "My day? Boring and filled with organizing my comics. Or, at least, trying to."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"What's a dork?" he asked, turning his head for a moment before lifting his arms and doing a short stretch. He hadn't realized how long he'd been on the couch till now.

"No classes?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"It's like someone who is hardcore into a silly subject. I'm a dork. Chad's a dork, you're a dork. It's fun!"

He grinned. "Just one, my mythology one."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"What am I a dork about, exactly?"

It was a mock arch look, but his features were suited to it.

"Eugh, mythology."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Just in general," Teddy decided with a serious look.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had just finished baking a fresh batch of cupcakes -- chocolate with little fudge bits inside, all melty and warm still -- for the first time in what seemed like far too long, and he felt the need to share.

Wandering up one floor, he noticed someone he could only assume was one of the new kids, and paused in the doorway. "Hey."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

The new kid in question perked at the scent on the air.

"Hello."

He leaned over a few inches and peered at Anders.

"I haven't met you before. Hello," he repeated. He always was a little off when surprised. And yes, one new person could cause surprise. He'd lived most of his life with a grand total of two.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It's mutual, then," Anders said with a grin, hefting the tray of cupcakes an inch or two as he actually walked into the common room. "Sam Anders, senior and resident cupcake guy. You want one?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"If I could have one, I suppose I would want one," he said carefully. "Liir."

It was his name.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You can totally have one," Anders assured him. "I mean, I make 'em for sharing."

". . . that's your name, right?"

Hey, you never knew, sometimes.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded.

"The only one I have," he admitted, whatever his paperwork said. "And thank you. I would like one then."

He hopped off of the couch, the quiver that hung from his belt bouncing against his hip as he walked over. In it was... well, it looked like broombrush.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders held the tray out to him. "Then help yourself. No limit, either. Have as many as you want."

He tilted his head curiously at the bouncing quiver. "You, uh, need that often enough to carry it around with you?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He reached out and took a cupcake before looking at where the tilting head pointed.

"The broom? Yes. Just in case, as well."

He took a bite of the cupcake.


...that noise wasn't exactly appropriate, but it was in earnest.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And it fed Anders's cupcake-baking ego nicely, yes, it did. He often felt the same way about his own cupcakes, after all.

"You don't . . . fly on it, do you?" he asked. "I've known a couple of people here who did. Still do, I guess."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded, distractedly, as he took another bite. There were a lot of things that were odd about the boy from Oz, but he was just another fifteen year old boy sometimes.

Especially when it came to sweets.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And perhaps to the discomfiture of his significant others if they had any clue (so it was probably just as well they didn't), Anders's old musings over whether or not it was possible to play airborne Pyramid on broomsticks came roaring back to life.

"Coooooooooool," he said, his face lighting up as he set the tray on the counter. "I've got a flying ride too, sort of. Mechanical, though."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"A flying tick-tock?" he asked as the green eyes refocused on Anders. Chocolate was one thing, but tick-tocks doing things he'd never imagined tick-tocks doing might be useful for Inventiontronics.