http://decoder-rings.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-11-28 07:26 pm
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fourth floor common room | evening | saturday | november 28

Hannibal knew that, technically, he should be spending his free time practicing so he wouldn't make a huge fool of himself when he finally fulfilled his requirements for losing his bet with Kate. Instead, he was sprawling in the common room, lights off, with a loud, action packed movie on the television. He'd ordered himself a pizza and decided that pretending that he didn't have humiliation in his future was a much better plan.

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[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Did you know foxes could sulk? They could. Well, this one could, at least.

Pout, Mat, pout.

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Good thing it was kind of dark in the common room, huh? "You want something, little guy? I've got some rice cakes around here."

Okay, now he was just being mean.

[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Mat bared his teeth. It was very ferocious, for a wee fox.

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooooh." Yes, Hannibal was frightened. "What about a milkshake?"

[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Mat cocked his wee fox-y head to the right, then nodded.

How he was going to drink it would be a problem for another time.

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, go run down to Chilly Boulder and get us some!"

Such a bastard, Hannibal.

[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Mat launched himself at Hannibal's foot.

Apparently his skills in military planning didn't translate when he was a fox.

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey!" Hannibal yanked his foot up and scowled, swatting weakly at the fox. "My foot is not food, little shit! Have some pizza if you're that hungry."

[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Pizza? Mat put the foot out of his mind and looked around anxiously for the pizza.

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Up here," Hannibal said, sliding the box on the table. "Take a piece and don't make a mess. Whoever you are, you owe me when you're human shaped again."

[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com 2009-11-29 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Mat, well, sat on the pizza. So oh-for-two on the instruction following.
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