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There wasn't a lot to do today. That fact didn't particularly bother Bod, though. He'd learned to find entertainment in the smallest things so making his way down to the common room seemed like a logical place to start.

Of course, once there, a few options were presented. He could find something on television to watch. He could spend a few minutes flipping through the channels to find something good to watch and the probably settle on something boring (he'd spent time in hotels, he knew how television worked) or he could try and make himself something to eat.

Now, that option made him hesitate. While he'd been in the graveyard, Silas or Miss Lupescu had done the majority of the food getting. Since leaving, he'd mostly stuck with fast food and prepared meals. This would almost be cooking.

Okay, no it wouldn't. There was cereal (something called Captain Crunch to be exact) and Bod figured he could manage a bowl, milk, pouring and a spoon. Still, it was more than he tended to do. With that done, he was free to find something boring on television.

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She'd have laughed in his face if she didn't already have the impression he'd been some kind of sheltered; as it was Katchoo let out a snort. "Say they make it easy on you, and there's no problem with being fair about the judging. We're talking someone who's a monster and damn proud of it, and admits it. The kind of person who thinks the entire world is theirs to use however the hell they want, and screw anyone who wants different."

"And you want to know if I think they deserve to live on after they've died?" he asked, making sure he had her question right. "Or if they deserve to live on in a certain way?"

"In a certain way," she clarified. In one manner of speaking people like that were always going to live on. Damn shame, that.

"In a certain way, I think everyone should live on," he answered, nodding slowly. "It's not up to me to decide which way though because that's dependent on the belief system of that person. I don't have that power but I think everyone will live on after, in some way."

Katchoo gave a noncommittal grunt by way of response; the answer didn't piss her off exactly, but she couldn't say it pleased her much. "You're nicer than I am, kid, that's all I got to say."

Bod's laugh was light, light enough that it almost wasn't there. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Depending on who you ask." If you were paying attention, a smile flickered across Katchoo's face for a fraction of a second. "I'd say nah, and keep it that way, will ya?"

"I've no plans to change so I think that's an easily followed request," said Bod, nodding. "If something does change, I'll make sure you don't find out."

He was teasing, mostly. Trying out that sense of humor that he had hidden somewhere inside him.

"Assuming I get the gig again this term, just don't let it happen on the days I'm on radio." That was actually spoken in a lighter tone; Katchoo had a sense of humor too. She just tended to let it out in weird ways. "I don't really listen to it most of the week so you're safe then."

"I don't even know if I've told you my name I might even be able to change on your radio day and get away with it," Bod pointed out, feeling a little proud of that observation. She couldn't see his face via radio, after all.

"You got me there, kid." And look, an actual chuckle this time. Hey, the coffee was almost ready; that boosted her mood a bit. "We could keep it that way. Hear that's kinda impolite, but hey."

"I don't mind either way." Bod shrugged, not feeling compelled to tell her his name but not feeling bad about keeping it from her either. "Perhaps you'll be able to guess at some point."

"Yeah, sure. If I bother," and again, she was more teasing than actually irritable now. "Hell, I don't even know if you're one of the new kids or just someone I never bothered to meet."

"Another thing for you to guess," he said coyly. "It could be one or the other. Telling you now won't have any bearing on our conversation, I don't think."

"You're a pain in the ass," Katchoo informed him more or less good-naturedly. "And since I don't do the blah blah where are you from yadda yadda what classes are you taking kind of conversation, you're right. Not a damn bit of difference one way or the other."

Although she did wonder where that morbid little streak of his came from.

Bid was pretty sure Silas (and most of the graveyard) thought the same thing about him at one point or another. Bod didn't object. He'd weathered her cynicism to actually have an interesting conversation.

Instead, he let a small smile cross his face before going back to his cereal. He wasn't going to share, she wasn't going to ask so the mystery would continue.

Bod did think it was fun.

Fifth Floor Common Room | Late Morning | Friday | January 8

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