Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday night]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie, so far, had had very good luck with not sharing her various secrets with the world.

Clearly that had to change.

Since she wasn't particularly concerned about the honesty issues, she was curled up on the couch in the common room, watching TV and writing a letter home. She wasn't paying much attention to either, but it seemed a pleasant enough way to spend an evening.

Ha. Oh, dramatic irony.

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded.

"I've got some of both. Cheese as well?"

He didn't mind cooking without meat. They'd done without it a few times.

"Yes, she doesn't think sometimes when she says things how they can sound. Then again, she frequently asks me to wear a pair of leather trousers that I got from a detention and this is when I bite into something to stop this."

It happened to be a mushroom. Thankfully. He would have bitten into his own hand to stop that.

[lovemykilt]

"You got leather pants in detention?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"We were being pirates. And I offered to pay for them since Andrew liked them and I left them in the closet for ages until I happened to mention them as part of a joke and Amber apparently likes them and do you like your eggs dry or moist?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly snorted. "Moist. That's dirty." He shook his head. "Who's Andrew?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"My ex-boyfriend. He's not here anymore since he went back to California a month or so ago, but we broke up during the summer. We'd just gotten to be friends again and I didn't exactly like what he told me about his home life so I'm worried about him, but I suppose everyone has a time when they have to leave this place. I only wish him well."

He started beating the eggs with one hand while he put a pat of butter onto the pan.

[lovemykilt]

"So you're bi, too. Is, like, half the school bi?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I guess that's the word for it. Generally, I like people more than anything else. I wouldn't know how many people here are like that as well. Why? Who else have you come across or can I guess or really I shouldn't ask but I'm being nosy."

[lovemykilt]

"Well, there's Dean for one. Which makes you wonder. People say it's something you're born to, and he and I are totally the same, hair and clothes and piercings notwithstanding."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't say so, really. After all, what you look like is just chance. What you've done to your hair and clothes and the piercings, those are your own choice, aren't they?

"More differences than similarities if you think of it that way."

[lovemykilt]

"No, what you look like is genetics. And it's pretty bizarre that two unrelated people look as alike as me and Dean do. And apparently there's another one of us. It really makes me wonder. I mean, am I really unique at all? Or am I a carbon copy who's trying too hard?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Genetics from entirely different worlds and times and places," he said, not all that familiar with the theory as some people might be.

"But it's the same kind of chance that says that my world has horses and your world has horses. That there's horses on other worlds entirely unlike either of ours. An odd sort of chance, but chance all the same."

He flipped the omelet in the pan.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, but does your world have a horse that's exactly the same shape and color as a horse on my world, down to the last detail?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Might," he said with a shrug, "I couldn't tell you. I don't study horses. I've met a few Horses after all, but that's a bit different."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly still didn't hear the capital letter. "I haven't met any, actually. But still, 'you have horses, I have horses' doesn't equal 'your identical twin from another dimension'."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"No, but I don't have a better idea," he said with a smile before plating the omelet. He brought it over for Priestly.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly brightened at the prospect of food -- and not talking. "Thanks!"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Omelet," he agreed helpfully before heading over to make himself something this time.