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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Thursday | August 26

Hannibal had been putting this off for months now. Considering he had just forty eight hours left on the island, it seemed that his time of hedging and procrastinating had come to an end. When he made bets, he filled them even if it took him time.

So, he'd move some of the furniture aside and out of the way all while wearing a thick bathrobe. Yes, he was wearing spandex pants under that bathrobe and no, he wasn't going to show that off until he absolutely had to. Kate was just lucky he hadn't tried to find a loophole.

There was a boombox nearby, queued up with the most ridiculous song known to man. In a few minutes, he'd have to click play and actually dance.

He was going to dance. In spandex. To a girly song. He hated his life and yet, he'd keep making bets. Stupid bowling game.

[Oh god, this is so open. I'ma put up some OCD just for my benefit but this is SO open. Not Hannibal's last post in Fandom, btw!]

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"And so you decided to experiment with lip gloss?" Karla asked. "Though that's a really nice shade!"

Focus, Karla.

See Zack latch on to every distraction ever!

"Isn't it? And it tastes like apples, too! I have a couple more like it, if you want!"

... They'd been cheaper as a packaged set. Please, try to withhold judgment.

"Oh, I used to have a cherry-flavored kind but I don't wear that anymore and--hey! No changing the subject!"

Never mind that it was Karla who had brought that up. "What happened last night?"

Oh, darn it. The distraction method wasn't working. Time to bust out puppy mode. Nobody was immune to puppy mode! It involved a really, really abashed sort of look, and some toescuffing against the floor, and an air of awkwardness that had taken a lifetime to master.

"Well... I looked really silly."

Damn you, Zack! Even Karla's heart, forged from the ice of the mountains of Glacia was no match for the puppy mode!

"Awwww," she said, leaning over to pat his had reassuringly. "We just missed you, is all. I even made everyone wait to start the pillow fight so you could join in."

Okay. Maybe a tiny match.

He had passed up the Promised Land! Nooo!

"Really?" But if there was any expression at all that crossed his face now, it was totally apologetic. And effeminate. But that would wash off with soapy water. "Man, Karla... If I'd known that I was holding you guys up at all, I would have at least called."

To whine. About how the dress made him look all fluffy and how his hair looked really silly in ribbons and about how there was no way in heck that he was putting on mascara, because he'd already poked himself with the eyeliner pencil way too many times for comfort.

Awww, Zack! Stop making Karla feel bad! Especially about lying to you!

And now she was going to give up her story about the ball-pit and the jello and the wrestling.

"You didn't, really," Karla placated. "I was teasing about that part. Though Ino may ask you what you were up to, since I asked if she'd seen you."

Karla would have spent that time commiserating with him about how much makeup sucked and weren't pointy shoes stupid and that was why Karla mostly just brushed her hair and sometimes put it back in a ponytail because doing more than that was just frustrating.

"I think she'd probably ask what I was up to anyhow," Zack pointed out, motioning toward his face.

His pretty, pretty face.

"At least this way, I have some time to get a dress that fits me right before the next slumber party?"

Why not? He totally already had the makeup!

He could always ask Vida where she went shopping! Miss Vida was always quite stylishly dressed.

Karla laughed at that. "I suppose that's true," she acceded. "Though I'm afraid if you skip a second time, the slumber-party doors will be closed to you...forever."

Dun DUN DUUUUN!

Oh, the horror!

"Forever! That's a long time!" Obviously, Zack. "I guess next time, I'm going to have to get the nerve up and just go."

He'd totally get somebody to drag him there so that he didn't chicken out again.

He would have plenty of volunteers if he ever asked, males and females alike.

"You really are. Otherwise, you'll never understand all the goes on beyond the doors once the party begins," Karla said with a wink.

"And then I'll be stuck guessing for the rest of my life." Zack's eyes went wide. "I think the suspense would be just about the worst thing ever."

The not knowing! Being so close, and letting it slip away!

For something as transient as pride! Was dignity really worth all that?

"And you know we'd have to just make the parties even better if that were the case," Karla replied regretfully. "We're just like that."

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