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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Last night, something peculiar had happened for the very first time: Jeremy Darling had gone grocery shopping.

And as was the case with most things involving money and a member of the Darling family, he had maybe gone a little overboard. He'd ended up having to lug three bags of foodstuffs back to the dorms, on his own, and dearly wishing Clark could have moved to Fandom with the twins to help with this stuff.

Still, the good thing was that he had three different kinds of cereal to choose from this morning when he wandered on down to the common room, wearing his glasses and his pajama bottoms with the planet print, his red silk dressing gown hanging open. After making his daunting breakfast food choice, he flopped down onto a couch with his bowl of cereal (two kinds at the same time) and turned the television on to start channel surfing.

It wasn't long before he was considering buying the common room a nice new TV set.

[ooc: It's an open common room!]

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Jeremy nodded, almost thoughtful. "It's like... It's Jules. She knows me, you know?"

"So, it's a good thing," he deduced, nodding. "And it'll probably be helpful in a strange place like this. You'll have someone to sit and stare at things with."

"Probably," Jeremy allowed. Still trying to dodge the weird, yes. "We kind of do a lot of stuff together, anyway. I can't believe they put her on the third floor."

"You can always request a room switch," Bod pointed out, shrugging. "She can move up here or you can move down there. They're actually fairly easygoing about that. People seem to move all the time. It's not that hard."

He shrugged and tried to make himself talk about mundane, non weird things so poor Jeremy's brain wouldn't permanently check out.

There really was kind of an actual risk of that happening. He wasn't used to using much of it, for one thing.

"I might look into that," he shrugged. "Or not. Is there a rule that we have to live in the dorms? Because I think I've seen some houses 'round town that could be totally wet if we had some work done on them."

"You know, I'm actually...not sure," Bod admitted, shaking his head. "All of the students I know live in the dormitories. Most of the faculty and townspeople live in the town. You don't think that'd get boring for you?"

[And I might hit some AFK soon for awhile due to work booo sorry]

"I think I could take boring over cramped," Jeremy replied. "I mean, I'm used way more space to myself. My bedroom at home was about... well, about the size of this room."

He wasn't even kidding.

[NP, I should go to bed within an hour anyway. Early translation class tomorrow, booooooooooo.]

"That's..." He glanced around, eyes wide. "...big. I don't even have enough things to fill the small rooms we're given. I'd get lost in a big house like that."

"We own the building," Jeremy shrugged. Wasn't a big deal to him. "I think I brought too much stuff with me."

No surprise there.

"You are...really wealthy," Bod said, impressed. "Why are you in school? I would think a private school would be where you and your sister would end up."

"Well, we were at a private school," Jeremy mused, lips twisting some. "But there was a disagreement with the principal, so now we're here."

"Disagreement?" Oh, he'd been at the center of those before. "Did you do something wrong?"

Jeremy looked only mildly miffed about the whole thing. "The principal thinks we did. We disagree."

But considering their family could probably have bought the school, and they'd still been kicked out...

"I've been arrested before and I thought my actions were deserved so I disagreed there too," he said and half smiled. "The authority figures tend to see things in black and white. They hardly ever look at the gray."

"I know!" Jeremy said, agreeing heartily, as if he'd done something noble and completely defendable. "He just flat out refused to see our side of things, because it was really... gray. Wait – what did you get arrested for?"

He just sounded honestly curious.

"Trespassing," Bod said, waving that off. "It wasn't anything serious and I was there for a reason but those reasons weren't going to be heard. I was released shortly thereafter."

Or he'd escaped when Silas had thrown himself in front of the squad car. One or the other.

In the future, someone was going to have an easier time bailing Jeremy out of police custody. But he'd also have to be at it quite frequently.

That might explain how he didn't seem too perturbed by the idea of getting arrested even now. "Well, at least you got away with it, right?"

"I suppose," he said and shrugged. "I got in trouble later but I didn't have to spend that much time in police custody so I consider myself lucky. I still haven't gotten arrested again."

"Probably for the best," Jeremy shrugged in turn, giving the TV another idle glance. "Save that for later. Although you probably shouldn't get arrested again at all."

Yes, that was kind of an afterthought.

"I probably shouldn't," Bod said, getting to his feet and snickering. "And I should probably go to class now. Doing one and not doing one would bring the same disappointment from my guardian and I'd rather avoid that. Pleasure meeting you, Jeremy."

He paused halfway to the door and looked back.

"And sorry for...everything."

Jeremy waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it man, it's all good." No it wasn't, but... he'd deal. "Nice meeting you too, Bod."

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