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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[exspeedydotcom]

Roy couldn't give less of a damn what his own 'dad' wanted or didn't want at this juncture. "That's cool. Getting out of practice is never really a good idea."

[svetocha-blooms.livejournal.com]

"Where I'm from, it'll get you killed," she shrugged. "At least in my line of work." Okay, her dad's line of work. But she helped as much as she could.

[exspeedydotcom]

...yeah, because Roy wouldn't know anything about that at all. But: secret identity is secret. "Dramatic much?"

[svetocha-blooms.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, it all depends on how you feel about a zombie or some other nasty trying to eat you for dinner," Dru told him.

[exspeedydotcom]

"Generally I take a pass on it?" Roy said.

[svetocha-blooms.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes you can't," she said. "So I'll keep up with my training. I have no desire to be an appetizer."