Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Having had a rather...eventful day (it wasn't every afternoon that a girl hatched a tiny girl with snakes for hair out of an egg, after all), Aravis was curled up comfortably on a couch in the fourth floor common room with a cup of tea.

Somehow the colder weather wasn't helping her mood, either.

Nor was the programming on the television. "I don't understand why we're supposed to care about any of these people," Aravis sighed, blowing onto the surface of her tea so that the steam would rise into her face, because in her opinion, that was far more interesting than Rumor Gal.

[LOOK AT ME WITH A MONDAY NIGHT OFF.]

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[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

"Really? Is it like this big chore the whole time?" she wondered.

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Dick said. "The place is just kind of intense. You never know when a psychotic clown's going to ruin your day."

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I think that would just about do it," Buffy said, making a face. "Meep."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"You get used to it. You just have to make sure you get into the right state of mind and hide your money well," Dick said.

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

"What does a psychotic clown need to spend money on?" she asked.

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Explosives and whoopie cushions," Dick answered.

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

"Together?"

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Probably."

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

"I'm starting to think you don't have boring holidays," said the huge hypocrite.

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"I can always hope for them," Dick said. Not that he ever did. But he could if he wanted to.