Second Floor Common Room; Friday Morning.

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There was only one drawback of a visit home for Adah. She was a quiet, solitary soul, and so the apartment was always quiet, but the one thing it wasn't was solitary. Most of the time spent between herself and her mother seemed to exist with each of them going about their business, but with the sharp awareness that the other was at least there. True, now that she was back, she still had Pride to keep her company, but, that morning, as she tried to settle in and read, she felt herself feeling restless over the fact that the only other presence in the room was a tiny ball of fluff.

She didn't even know if anyone would bother to be up and around right now, but at least relocating to the common room would give her a chance to move around a little, and it would give Pride more space to sniff around without her constant fear that he'd take on his mother's habit of chewing on books. There was also a coffee pot in the common room, and coffee, she figured, would be just as nice of a substitute for a presence as a presence itself.

Better, even, because it was tasty. She leaned her back on the counter a little, waiting for the gurgling of the brewing coffee, watching Pride as he sniffed suspiciously at the darkness underneath the couch.


[[ open of course. yaaay coffee ]]

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Johnny shuffled in down the hall from his room. Barefoot, clad in basketball shorts and a tight fitting white t-shirt, hair mussed, searching for coffee.

Too bad he wasn't entirely focused yet to take into account anyone else around. He went automatically towards an upper cabinet to grab a mug.

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As sure as she was certain that the path of the disheveled Prometheus from across the hall hadn't landed him in the threat of stepping on her curious baby bunny, Adah quirked an eyebrow at the shuffling feet, the automatic progress toward the cabinet. Human beings, what dumb, ritualistic creatures, bound by the dull habits in which they allow themselves to be ruled by. Human being, what unaware, selfish creatures, who take for granted their movements so easily that they do them without even being aware. She watched Johnny for a moment before she shifted, turning toward the coffee machine and reaching for the pot, ready to pour it for him once he had his mug, to help save the counter from the eventual threat of a depth perception made dull by the blur of early morning.

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A helper. Johnny glanced over then, blue eyes still blurry but he was working on that with a slight rub while he slid his cup towards Adah and the pot of coffee she was holding, ready to pour.

"Thanks," he managed, his voice deeply husky. First word uttered this morning.

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Adah nodded her you're welcome to the Prometheus, as she slowly and steadily filled his mug with the warm coffee, already feeling the effect of its caffeinated rejuvenation from just the aroma that rose up from the steady, even flow. When it was full, she tilted the mug up sharply, like the punctuation to the sentence of the pouring, and jerked her head a bit behind her toward the refrigerator. She would dole out the coffee in its basest form, but any accoutrements, cream, milk, sugar, was entirely up to his burning hands. Especially since she was taking up her mug now, filling her own cup.

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"Nah," he shook his head, knowing what she was suggesting. "Black is the way I do it," he offered, voice still tinged with a night-long sleep. He turned his back towards the counter, leaned, and sipped slowly, allowing the warmth to cascade down his throat and begin to affect him. "Mmm, good, Adah."

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Adah smirked a little. Yes, good. How honored she felt that she could manage to pour some grounds into a little, white, ruffled filter, fill a pot with water and then empty it into a machine, press a button, and have something completely consumable come out the other end. After all, a monkey couldn't do as much, right? Still, she made it seem like she took the comment as an actual compliment, ducking her head in feigned gratitude to the Prometheus for it, as she lifted her mug in a sort of cheer to the necessity of caffeine in the morning to get neurons flailing about in activity, and took her own deep drink.

...okay, so it was pretty damn good coffee, she had to admit. But she had spent the last few days having the scent of Orleanna's cheap-as-dirt, might-actually-be-dirt blends in her nostrils, her hair, her clothes.

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Johnny couldn't. Wasn't good in a kitchen. With anything. Unless it was Jiffy popcorn. That he could do with just his hand.

He closed his eyes, rolled his head around and felt the bones in his neck crack as he let out a deep sigh. He drank in silence, the moment comfortable as there was no one else about yet. Johnny could appreciate that. Silence wasn't come by easily around here and tonight there was that big event. He'd be there of course, show his support...

"You been doing all right?" he asked low, glancing over at her after another sip of coffee.

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Adah sipped lightly at her coffee, holding her mug up not so much to drink from it, but to use it to peer over at the Prometheus thoughtfully as he rolled around his neck and she heard the slight grind of bones and, she could swear, the pulling of muscles out of the stiffness afforded to them from sleep. She hadn't seen her neighbor in a while, it seemed, but very little seemed to have changed. She still couldn't help noticing how completely unaware he seemed to be of his body, while displaying it strongly in his tight clothes. She might have been a little surprised that he wore so many clothes this morning, in fact. So unaware of how easily it moved, how smoothly, how well, as, really, he was a very fine specimen of a certain ideal. He could roll his head and crack his neck, without a single thought or fear to the fact that it might not crack back...

She lowered her eyes and her mug when he spoke to her, glancing over, which might have seemed embarrassed from her quiet observation, but it was really something else. It was envy of a sort, and any embarrassment came not from looking or appreciating, but for the dull thought that she wished she could be so inconsiderate of things that she couldn't take for granted, but that so many other people did. She nodded an answer to his question, stiffly, but an obvious nod all the same. Yes, of course she'd been alright. Why wouldn't she?

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Easy conversation, nothing else, no peering into any dark secrets that she might be hiding. No. Just an easy question to more or less fill a moment of silent time.

"Good. Good," he nodded at her nod, shifting his body lightly from one foot to the next, the t-shirt stretching across taut muscles as he brought his mug to his lips again.

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He even shifted thoughtlessly, unaware of anything except perhaps the warm feeling of the coffee moving down his throat, into his stomach, to be processed and open up his blood vessels with caffeine, making him feel more alert, more aware, more awake, and, even then, would he notice things like which muscles tightened when his weight shifted, which relaxed, how they'd spring back to where they were effortlessly as he switched it again?

Probably not. Adah, feeling annoyed, sipped her coffee again and idly let her eyes drift away from the Prometheus again, to try to spot out where Pride may have gone now, to make sure he wasn't doing anything like chewing through the television cords. He was sniffing instead at the leg of an endtable, a small spot of brown and white fur; so far he seemed to have not inherited his mother's nibbling tendency, and only bit when pushed.

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Turtle had not been at the Gun Thing.

...The Gun Thing had also not ended particularly well for Jeff, which was why he was now attempting to make up for it by looking for her in a location that wasn't... full of guns.

Or Mister Deadpool.

Of course, upon entering the second floor - and its common room, he found an unknown girl and a pot of coffee waiting up ahead.

Predictably, he froze. Like a deer in headlights. "I'm not allowed," he blurted, "I like the ceiling." Pause. "Platonically! I'm not some sort of... ceiling... fancier."

It was going to be one of those days.

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...

Adah had to admit, this was a new sort of speechlessness for her. Her head tilted slightly at the seemingly non-sequitur barrage of comments from that one boy in her maths class, and she blinked before her eyes traveled up from where he stood in the doorway toward the ceiling. A brow arched as she considered what sort of technicalities would go into being a less than platonic lover of ceilings, and the thought of it gave her head quite a spin against the format of gravity, so she blinked and gave her head a sharp shake as if to set it back right-side-up. She drew in a breath, thinking that she probably shouldn't be considering ceiling sex in the first place and her attention went back toward the boy.

She lifted her eyebrows in question, before glancing toward the coffee pot, with a nod, and then another question his way. She was pretty sure even people who were in denial of their fancying ceilings were welcome to coffee.

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"Oh! No," Jeff replied, nervously. He'd stuffed his hands into his pockets without knowing it, and was now sort of wobbling in place with a too-big grin on his face that was a little too awkward to be one of happiness. "I'm not allowed," he repeated, "I'm just-- here-- to--"

Don't tell any stupid lies, just tell her the truth!

"Find my--"

That's it, Jeffrey!

"--Ceiling."

...Oh, Jeffrey.

"It's very nice," he added, helplessly, "And at least a dog didn't fall through it like Karal's."

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Adah was disappointed in herself for expecting that the dramatic pause might have brought on something a little less predictable than the ceiling, and she had to duck her head, mug to mouth, in an attempt to not laugh. She snorted, though, getting her nostrils full of the scent of coffee, and drew away enough to shake her head. If she were more vocal or had a desire to murder her love of logic, she might have asked about the technicalities of a human-to-ceiling relationship, and inquire as to how that was working out for the boy from maths class, but she merely sipped her coffee again and sent another glance upward toward the ceiling, one more judgmental sort of glance toward the object of his affection (and rather pleased to find that to be a literal choice of words), and then glanced back at him with a slight nod as though she approved of his fondness for it. It was very nice, yes, she couldn't argue that fact. It was even quite structurally sound, or so it seemed. The comment of a dog falling through it did have her seeming to shift a little bit closer to the wall out of precaution, with an arch of her eyebrow in question about the last comment.

A dog falling through Karal's roof was definitely something she would be interested in hearing about. She could just envision it now, him sitting in his room with his prayers and devotions, only to have them answered by a canine from the heavens.

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"Not-- it's not like that. Things might, you know... fall. And there's gravity to account for, it doesn't really let up for anyone, does it? Especially not my dog, she's a bit... excitable."

Jeff's expression was so thoroughly wide-eyed it was quite possible he wasn't actually seeing much at all. He did, however, begin his valiant scrambling: "I mean, it's not the ceiling, it's my girlfriend."

Maybe not the best choice of words.

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An interesting statement, like the gravity was almost an afterthought to the falling, although Adah, silly her, had always thought that it was a more direct connection. She had to allow a little impressed lift of her eyebrows at the strange ceiling lover for the choice of words regarding gravities relentlessness. She barely figured it was an intentional wordsmithing, though.

She glanced toward the ceiling again, unable to help herself. Of all the inanimate objects to go and get yourself enamored with, really...a ceiling? She wondered how much of that was psychological, a covertly expressed need for cover, for shelter, and then she snorted, because psychoanalysis was mostly bullshit anyway.

Back to the boy again, her head tilted, to the side and slightly forward, imploring him as kindly as an expression could to, please, continue. Did his ceiling girlfriend have a name, for example? Or perhaps a favorite color? How might he avoid the chance that she might fall in love with the floor over him, considering how long she spent staring at the floor with bright, florescent light eyes?

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The girl wasn't actually saying much.

This fact registered, ever-so-slowly, on Jeff's mind.

It was taking some time to seep in.

"...Not that the ceiling is my girlfriend, I mean, it's a bit flat, isn't it? Er..." His expression had taken on quite comical levels of panic, and he'd be edging back towards the wall had he found the ability to do so. "...Are you a mute? 'Cos, I mean, I'm certain my dog won't fall through this ceiling, she's three floors up, that's a bit of a descent..."

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Nevaeh ni Dog, this boy's utter lack of the grace of a transition was little bit astounding. Adah blinked a few times as her mind struggled to keep up with a comparison to the vast expanse of flat ceiling to the vast expanse of a flat chest like she used to have at fourteen, or like River's actually, to the presumption that she was mute (which she was certainly going to continue to propegate) to the possible suggest that her being mute had an effect on whether or not his dog would fall through the ceiling.

She blinked a few times, gave her head a very deliberate shake, like an Etch-a-Sketch, disrupting the jerking, criss-crossing paths of magnetized sand so that they fell away, trying to make a clean slate, but she could never shake it hard enough, residual ghost lines of the amature geometry remaining, clinging to the screen.

And then she blinked again at the boy, forehead wrinkling with the clear indication that he'd either better start making sense soon, or she was just going to start running with the babbling, and she didn't think that he'd really terribly want her to do that, else he have quite the interesting picture of himself cemented into her head.

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"My girlfriend's not flat," Jeff said, defensively, and completely and utterly misunderstanding any sort of point that may or may not have been raised.

He was a little bit busy being (and sounding) absolutely terrified, "But she's not very fond of the dog."

He paused, again.

"...She eats things."

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Adah bit her lip; the shift from utter speechlessness to almost picking up his seeming tendency to blurt was a strong, overpowering one, tugging at her stomach like the rollicking of a ship on a stormy sea. The immediate question of who ate things, the dog or the girlfriend, or perhaps even ceiling, actually wanted to slip out of Adah, but she bit her lip and held it in, and merely tried to ask it within the fine lines of her creasing, frowning, questioning forehead.

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Robin was up early for no particular reason, and wandered down to the second floor common room.

"Good morning." he waved cheerily.

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Adah, sipping from her mug, arched an eyebrow at the cheerfully waving frog, an eyebrow that suggested that perhaps it was too early or she hadn't had enough sips from her mug yet for cheerfully waving frogs.

Wasn't this particular cheerfully waving frog in her maths class? She was certain he was.

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Robin got the message and toned down the cheerfulness. Not everyone was a morning person after all. "You're in my math class right? I'm Robin."

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Adah nodded a confirmation to the question, glad to hear that she had just as much memorability in that classroom as a felt frog. She tilted her head then, toward the coffee machine, wondering if Robin would like any, and she'd pour him a cup.

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"Sure thanks." Robin nodded. He didn't drink hot coffee a lot, which rather helped keep the novelty of it up.