Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 12/08 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Ah. The couch. Very comfortable, very nice, especially after a long, hard day at the library and working oh-so-hard in Self-Defense Club. Cal reveled in the softness of the cushions and how easily his lanky body seemed to have no problem taking it over, and munching on delicious cookies that seemed to have been just waiting for him to consume.

The fact that Rumor Gal was on the TV was pure coincidence. Really. It was just on. Background noise. Somehow, 'someone' had lost the remote under the couch again. The fact that he appeared riveted to it was just more of his clear acting skills.


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[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"A warrior," Worf said with a nod. "His son must now battle his nemesis and regain his honor."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"And while I think he could easily punch out his nemesis without a problem," Cal mused, "these Trout fellows seems to be more mental warriors than physical ones. Destroy their enemies through politics."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Bah. Politicians," Worf grumbled. "No wonder he takes a name of the fish. Slippery. Weak."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal really couldn't help grinning at Worf's comparison. "Hey," he said, "not all of us are built to fight like warriors, you know."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"One does not have to be a warrior to have honor," Worf noted gruffly. "Politicians on the other hand rarely do."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal snorted. He was from the era of Nixon; he didn't need to be told that one twice.

"Good point."