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Second Floor Common Room, Friday evening

Dinah had managed to get a copy of Richard III and cued it up, and now had big bowls of popcorn ready for throwing or munching. She'd sent out a ~~handwavey~~ e-mail to fellow cast members, in case they wanted to watch it too.

She hadn't noticed it yet, but one of the bowls was about to walk off as a hat worn by an adorable little fuzzy thing.

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"Yeah, they can," Dinah admitted. "And Azula's backing off on training me until she gets more control." The urge to be fair and the urge to be careful were fighting each other. "She's honorable. But sneaky. Focused." She couldn't help but smile a little. "You just gotta be aware of that. I was. I am. That's all."

"You don't sound so sure," Griff answered, thinking calling someone honorable but sneaky was a little...off somehow. "All I know is she agrees with me ethically."

"I trust Azula to be Azula," Dinah said, then added, "And that she'll tell the truth." That she'd have another motivation underneath it was something Dinah was pretty sure of, but how could she explain that? And she was giving her a second chance. No good reason to prejudice people against her, after that. Her interest in Griff just made Dinah uneasy. "What were you guys agreeing on?" She threw a bite of popcorn toward the nearest fuzzy, and it squealed, and nibbled on it happily.

The furry things were fine by Griff so long as they didn't start touching him with their odd little claw hands. "That not using your powers is akin to not being yourself," he shared, swallowing a swig of soda. "Some others were concerned about teleports and telekinetics being responsible." Little did they know.

Dinah considered that, nibbling on more popcorn, and had to admit, "Yeah, I can see that. I think she's a little too into it, but... wow, would I miss the TK if it was gone now. And why wouldn't we be responsible? It's not like we're stupid just because we have power." And were teenagers.

"Exactly, and I don't see how my ability does anything to anyone else." Other than the people getting killed for daring to be his friend. Hmm.

"That's what the other side was arguing? Weird." Dinah took a little sip of Beaver Buzz, and pulled a leg up to her chest. "I mean, well, look at what you did for me. If I'd been really badly hurt, you would've saved my life." She considered, and said, "I just wish other people could handle it."

"Oh, don't get them wrong, I should always help others, just never myself. It's far too convenient or lazy or something," he added with a bit of an eyeroll. "People don't get it."

Dinah looked at the bowl she floated over to herself, then raised an eyebrow at Griff. "Seriously? Always?" She blinked, and shook her head. "I'm all for helping other people, but... Okay, then again, I'm hyper."

Another roll of the eyes and he turned to lounge more comfortably in the chair. "You know, back when I was five, these people tried hitting me with cars to see if they could make me jump. I can only imagine what they'd do to others to test me now." Well, he knew what they'd do. He also knew they weren't going to test him so much as kill him.

Dinah coughed, got her shock under control, and said, "Holy crap. You mean, you think they'd hurt someone else, to see how far you could get them, or how you'd react?" He had mentioned how they'd killed his family, but jeez.

"Don't put it past 'em after the holiday." His nonchalant attitude coupled with the slightly bitter tone was a sign not to push at that. "No one's ever gone after your friends to get at you?"

Dinah was about to say 'no', then paused. "Well, someone went after me, to get to my sister. That was... totally not fun." She blew out a breath. "For the record, a fire extinguisher will hold off a ninja for about seven minutes. If you're lucky." She looked at Griff, wanting to ask, badly, about what Fiona had hinted at. "I talked to Fiona. She's worried about you. For what it's worth."

There was always the risk that Fiona was talking to people, Griff realized. Though he was still certain that Fiona was wrong and he was done with it all. "I'm fine," he told her. "Fiona went off the deep end putting her issues on me."

Dinah grimaced, because yeah, Fiona could be Dramatic with a capital D, but somehow, she doubted it came out of nowhere. "Just saying. I hope you're okay. And I'm not getting in the middle here or anything. I don't know what's up, she didn't get into it." Although with the mention he'd made before of people getting hurt, she could kind of guess part of it.

"Trust me, you don't want to," he warned, not wanting to have to be pissed at her too for getting to involved in whatever this was he was doing lately.

Between Azula, Emma, and the lingering ouchiness of Jak, Dinah's plate of possible headaches was already full, and she didn't want to add Griff onto that list either. "No worries." She danced a can of Beaver Buzz over to him, and said, "We could go to Caritas sometime soon, and try drinking games in the back room again. That was fun last time."

"Drinks anytime, Dinah," Griff promised. He had no reservations about that at least.

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