Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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It had been a lifetime ago since he last found himself in this common room, but Jak had had a long night (and a long morning's not-really-sleeping. Fucking insomnia) and he was hungry. So he was poking through the drawers in search of something that looked edible.

At least with a few months' training on the local alphabet, he could now make out what was soup and what was toilet cleaner.

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[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Haven't really had a shot."

Thrown himself out of buildings? Yes, that he had.

"You should come check out my JET-board sometime. Now that's sports."

This was... probably hitting his socialisation quota for the next three months.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"JET board?" It had a good name so Hannibal hoped it wouldn't be some wimpy jump rope thing or something. "What's that? Haven't heard of it before."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"It's like a skateboard, but no wheels."

Jak wasn't even going to pretend to know anything about the science, man.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"That sounds pretty badass," Hannibal admitted, nodding. "Ever run out of gas?"

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Jak said, shrugging and smirking at the same time. "The girl who got it for me was pretty good."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I'll say." Yeah, that sounded really badass. "There'd be nothing worse than to be zooming along and have that thing toss you because it ran out of gas. I wouldn't mind checking that out."

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"Hit me up in the park tomorrow," Jak said, grinning. "We'll see if you can stay on it without falling on your ass."

Seriously. Entire three-month dose of friendliness, poof, in one conversation.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Despite knowing that he'd probably fall on his ass, Hannibal said, "Don't worry, it sounds like an easy time."

It didn't but Hannibal wasn't going to act like he knew he'd fall.