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Fifth Floor Common Room - Friday Night

The television wasn't the reason why Kyle was in the common room. The lighting was better in here and he had a hole in his shoe that he was trying to fix. There was a pair of pants hung over one of the couch arms with a tear in it that needed fixing too, but that would come next.

Or would have, if the guy in the TV didn't start talking to him.

"Hey. Hey buddy. What are you doing?"

At first, he figured it was a show.

"Yeah, kid with the shoes. I'm talking to you!"

Kyle looked up. "Are you talking to me?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

"You're a TV. You're not supposed to talk to me."

"Says you. Get a haircut."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair."

"You look like a hippie. Who lets their hair grow that long? Hippies, that's who."

Kyle didn't know what a hippie was, so he just stared for a while, wondering if he should have eaten that cheese at the back of the fridge.

[OOC: Open CR is open! The TV is totally moddable and will insult you if you talk to it, but only until midnight Fandom time!]

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Okay, there'd been a little bit of drinking in Emma's room earlier. A little. And only because it was really good vodka. Really.

"Why are you talking to yourself, Tiny?" Rose asked, throwing herself down onto a couch. "And do you have cookies?"

"I think there's some in the cupboard by the fridge behind the cocoa," Kyle said, distracted. "The TV was talking to me."

She studied him then studied the TV. "Why was the TV talking to you?"

"Because I was bored, princess, why do you think?"

Kyle pointed at the TV. "Leave her out of this. He called me a hippie and told me to get a hair cut."

"He tells me to get my hair cut, and I'm punching him in the face," Rose told Kyle. "And your hair's not long enough. Grow it out."

She got up to go find those cookies.

He flattened his hair with his palm. "You'll break the TV. I don't even know if he's real."

"I'm as real as you are, kid, but let's not get into fourth wall breaking," the TV said.

Kyle ignored him. "Bring me cookies too."

"If you're so real, why are you stuck in a tv?" Rose asked as she found the cookies right where Kyle had said.

"...and how did you know they were behind the cocoa? Did you hide 'em?"

Rose may have found that the cookies were half-empty. "I didn't hide them. I put them back where I found them. You can hear him too? He's not all in my head?"

"You're friends with this kid, seriously girlie?" The TV had decided to ignore her last question. "You like 'em with a few screws loose?"

She discovered the half-empty situation and frowned before reaching up into the cupboard to try to find a new box. Kyle would have to deal with the half-empty one.

"Oh, no, he's totally all in your head," she decided. "I just hear him talking in your head." He might believe it. It'd be funny.

She turned at the TV's bitchiness though. "Hey, you wanna get unplugged?"

"Easy, tiger, easy. Let's not get all up in arms and start threatening a guy's livelihood."

"Not in my head," Kyle decided. "I'm okay with weird stuff haunting the TV. I'm not okay with weird stuff haunting my mind. I need it for walking and thinking and stealing cookies."

"Hey, you can have weird stuff haunting your head and still walk and talk," Rose protested. "It's not like one thing or the other."

She succeeded at finding a new box of cookies and brought both of them back to the couch. "Here, think fast." The half-empty one was whipped at Kyle's head. The TV was ignored.

Kyle caught the cookies just as they hit him in the head. Which wasn't to say that he stopped them in time, not at all, but he did minimize the impact. "Maybe you can have weird stuff haunting your head and still walk and talk, but you're better at multitasking than me."

"I'm better than you at a lot of things, Reese," Rose teased. "I can even keep cookies from smacking me in the head."

"I'm only human, Hathaway," Kyle said. He already had the box open and was digging in. "I stick to the things I'm good at and I make sure I stay good. You can keep your multitasking."

"Am I the only one here who's not getting a cookie?" the TV asked.

"That why you're took that water sports class last time?" Rose smirked. "Cause that's totally something you were already good at." She eyed the TV then flipped it off. "Suck it, electronic dude."

"You want obscene? I'll give you obscene!"

"You try that," Kyle replied, "and I'm changing the channel."

The guy on the TV stopped reaching for his fly. "Fine. I'll get myself some cookies from a commercial after I'm done giving you two a hard time."

"I took water sports," Kyle continued, "because it was Mr Bond's class. I don't care what he teaches."

"The guy on the TV was going to flash us," Rose commented. "This day is so damn weird." She shrugged a little. "Right there with you on that at least."

"He seems like someone I should listen to. Uh, Mr Bond, not the guy on the TV."

"Hell yeah you should listen to me! You should listen to me aaaall night long!"

"I'm starting to not like that guy."

Rose threw a cookie at the TV. "We could just pull the plug on him. Or, I dunno, go find another Common Room."

"I like this one. I'm trying to fix my shoe."

"What'd you do to your shoe?" she asked, leaning forward to look.

"Wear and tear." Which was a significant amount of wear and tear for a year. "There's a hole in the bottom," he said, showing it off. "And it's torn around the ankle. Nothing some duct tape and putty can't fix."

Rose stared at him for a minute. "Okay, Kyle, right, I get that you could fix it. But you could also buy a new one, right?"

"But then I'd have to break them in," Kyle replied. "And Alice got these for me. I'm going to keep wearing them until I can't anymore. You've never had a pair of shoes you'd wear until they fell apart?"

"There's a hole in the bottom," she said dryly. "They're falling apart. Do you only have the one pair of shoes anyway?"

Kyle was quiet for a moment. "Why would I need more than one?" The only time he had was when dressing up, and he'd borrowed those.

"Well, okay, not even talking about the whole 'sometimes matching is fun' bit, it's practical to have more than one pair broken in at a time," Rose said, shifting so she could sit up. "Cause you can't get a lot of stuff at your home, right? And you don't know when you're gonna get called back. Do you really wanna take a pair of shoes back that are already about to fall to pieces?"

"I don't wear these ones when I go back. They stay here. I can't bring them back here because nothing comes through on the trip back here except me. So I go get a pair out of the lost and found box if there's anything good or if I have time, I get a pair from the second hand store in town and leave them behind when I come back here so someone else can use them."

He had put way too much thought into this shoe thing.

It required cookies to process that train of thought. "I forgot about that whole naked thing," she commented.

"Thank you for not thinking of me naked," Kyle deadpanned.

"Hard to keep myself from it," Rose smirked. "But I managed. Just cause I don't wanna embarrass you with the tv guy right there."

The TV guy had been suspiciously quiet. Kyle looked at him. "Don't look at me, kid. You're embarrassing yourself by existing. I haven't even had to say a word!"

"I appreciate it and keeping it from any mind readers in the area." Though really, two teenagers were talking about nudity. Any telepaths in the area were kind of screwed on that account.

"Eh, I left Emma's room before I came here. I think she's muted on the whole telepathy thing from the vodka," Rose said. "And it's not like they don't hear people thinking about being naked all the time."

Kyle hadn't considered this. "That would give me a headache."

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