3rd Floor Common Room - Late Saturday Morning

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Chuck...didn't cook breakfast. Or couldn't, rather. He could make cereal, yes, and he was fairly sure toast was within his capabilities but anything involving a the stove or a microwave for an extended period of time was out of the question. The stove because he'd most likely catch whatever he was attempting to make on fire. The microwave because, ew, who the hell ate stuff that came out of a microwave? It was disgusting.

Oh, save for popcorn. And bagel bites.

He wasn't much in the mood for cereal this morning so he was sitting on the kitchen counter, peeling an orange (yes, he could do that without messing up) and watching the TV from afar, hoping he could push someone into cooking for him. He'd like pancakes, thank you. Preferably ones with chocolate chips in them.

[Common room is open, of course]

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"Just don't forget my generosity," Chuck joked. What? He was cute; he was allowed to joke.

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Seregil regarded him, one eyebrow raised. "They're not your oranges at all, are they?"

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"Uh...no they're not," Chuck said. "But I did find them."

Yeah, they were in the fridge. Nice finding, Magellan.

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Right. Seregil eyed Chuck some more then drew himself to his full height. "Lord Seregil i Korit Solun Meringil Bokthersa at your service."

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Jesus Christ, that was a huge name. And Chuck thought his full name was fancy.

"Chuck Bass," he said. Yeah, he couldn't beat that name. "You really a Lord?"

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Seregil nodded. "In several lands."

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"Huh." Better keep Blair from finding that out otherwise she'd be all over him. Not that he was afraid of any competition or anything. "You're a Lord and you're in a place like this? That's...weird."

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"Is it? I doubt there's another school like this in all the known dimensions," Seregil said.

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"Thank god for that," Chuck replied. "I'm just surprised to see Lords and Princes running around here. Thought you all had private tutors or something."

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"Can't just live a sheltered, carefully controlled existence," Seregil said with a shrug. "You'll never learn how to survive in the real world that way."

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"The real world is overrated," Chuck said. He knew what the real word was like, he had been to Brooklyn before. "But to each his own, I suppose."

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"The real world is where the real fun is," Seregil countered.

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"You've obviously never been to the Upper East Side then," Chuck said, giving Seregil a tight smile. "It's got all the fun you need."

And the people dressed way better.

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"I've been more places than you could ever dream of," Seregil told him. "And, especially in noble circles, the real fun lies in breaking the rules. Which no respectable noble would be caught dead doing."

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Chuck smirked. "Have to kind of respect that."

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"The breaking the rules or the not being caught dead doing so?"

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"Breaking the rules," Chuck clarified.

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"Okay, that I can agree with," Seregil said.