3rd Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

[longislandiceme]

Bobby's ability to somehow procure massive amounts of food had not deserted him, as evidenced by the fact that currently in the common room there was one (1) Bobby Drake, a stack of the last three (3) issues of Rebel Justice Unleashed and one dozen (12) pizzas of various varieties.

The common room was open and Bobby was perfectly willing to share... the pizzas, that is. Persuading him to share comic books might be a more difficult task.

[ooc: bored. avoiding doing anything resembling something productive, at least until I have to go back to school tomorrow.]

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[bitchprince]

"So Bobby Drake, then," Arthur said, pausing. Then offering him a hand. "I'm not British," he clarified. "Well, really, it's more that there isn't a Britain in my time."

[longislandiceme]

And if Bobby actually had a clue to spare, that would've been the one that sparked recognition of Arthur's identity beyond 'radio guy'. He shook the offered hand, though. "Time travel," he shook his head. "Gotta love it. You get that mistake a lot?" he asked curiously.

[bitchprince]

"More than a bit," Arthur admitted, lightly. "Seems like the accent remains familiar."

Honestly, he'd rather not bring that bit up.

[longislandiceme]

"Gotta say, man, you've got my respect for managing to work with those squirrels all the time. They'd drive me nuts if I had to do the radio thing on a regular basis." Pun intended.

[bitchprince]

Pun decidedly ignored. "They're not that bad, as long as you remember to work with them. Not against them."

All those death threats he'd leveled at them? Didn't count. "They're just trying to make a decent living, after all."

[longislandiceme]

"I'm pretty sure they were laughing at me last night," Bobby informed Arthur. "I have no idea why."

[bitchprince]

"You probably did something wrong," Arthur said. Reassuringly.