3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

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Bobby was up and halfway dressed before he remembered that it was, oh yeah, break week.

Going back to sleep at this point would just be kinda silly, he felt, and so he wandered out to the common room and flopped down on the couch with a bowl of cereal as he flipped through the channels.

Man, weekday morning television sucked. It was mostly morning talk shows, and the only cartoons were for like, five year olds. Bobby required cartoons that were at least rated Y7.

[ooc: yeah, so it's a bit of method RP. I have no idea why I'm up this early.]

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"Soap operas aren't for another hour or so, I think," Bobby said. Not that he knew for sure. Really.

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"Oh, I meant the real ones." She studied the cat food and cereal and blinked repeatedly, trying to figure out which one was which.

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"That happens in real life?"

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Diana shrugged and finally figured out which one was which. "It does on that dumb show with the yelling man and the harpies."

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"Ohhhh, Jerry Springer?" Bobby guessed. "That dude creeps me out."

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"Yes!" Diana snapped her fingers and dropped the cat food. "Daaa-uh-ndruf." It was best not to ask what just happened. "And the harpies."

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"They're even scarier," Bobby agreed. "Though at least there's never been literal sh- excrement-flinging." Look, it was just physically impossible to swear around Sookie Stackhouse. Fact of life.

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Diana had other swearing problems. And now, dandruff. "There hasn't? I'm sure there should have been at least one episode." And now there was.