fourth floor common room | evening | saturday | november 28

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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.

[cr's an open place, if'n you want!]

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[furnaceface]

//Yer suppose they couldn't handle a sudden population boom?//

That thought amused Jonothon probably more than it should have, yes.

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"Ugh, I really, really hope not. I mean, Barney is bad enough, but can you imagine him on every single channel?"

[furnaceface]

... Oh, that was scary.

//That really is hellish, innit?//

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"Uh huh! I can see it now - a giant purple dinosaur reporting the news. And fighting crime."

[furnaceface]

Don't say it, Jono. Don't say it. Don't even think it...

//Imagine th'pornography.//

He said it. Sigh.

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"Noooooooo!" Diana said dramatically and reached for her wallet.

[furnaceface]

That was possibly the most satisfying reaction Jono could have hoped for, and there was a smirk sitting on his features as he crossed his arms over his chest, then.

//Or don't imagine it. Because if yer do, yer might never lose th'mental image.//

Too little, too late.

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Diana tried to figure out why she was reaching for her wallet and gave up. "I officially dislike you."

[furnaceface]

//Oh, really now? I'm hurt.// He'd probably get over it. Jono was used to being officially disliked. //And there's no way to make up for it, really, is there?//

It could be worse. It would always be worse.