Third Floor Common Room [Friday, Evening]

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With his roommate finally back, Chuck figured tonight was maybe a good night to give her some space if she wanted it and take his little movie marathon to the common room. Friday night as a teenage boy, he was probably supposed to go out and do something but... that wasn't really him.

After he'd slouched back in the comfort of the couch with a bowl of microwave popcorn and set Hurry Time going on the TV, he had to wonder if maybe he should make this a more regular thing. Not a bad way to spend an evening.

He was in no way mimicking some of the kung fu moves while seated with his popcorn every once in a while... Nor did he almost knock his bowl over while doing it.

[[Open common room, as always.]]

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Some time after his library shift ended, Wesley wandered into the common room. He was definitely not expecting to see a bowl nearly go flying off the table as some guy imitated kung fu. And yet.

"Oh!" he said, surprised, taking a step back. "Er. Hello."

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Chuck flailed briefly to steady his bowl, and cleared his throat.

"Uh hey, hi... sorry. I was just--" Just what? "Nothing. Jackie Chan, you know?" That was sort of an explanation, right?

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Ah. That was totally an explanation. Wesley decided to be a gentleman and let it go.

"Naturally," he said diplomatically, making his way over to the fridge to see what food was lying around. "Those movies do have that effect on people."

See? Nice.

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Totally nice, and Chuck grinned at him. "And, you know, just starting... If you're into that sort of thing." It was way better to movie watch in groups. You couldn't make humorous commentary to yourself.

Or you could. But it made you sound crazy (-er).

"And like me and kind of wish you actually had a chance in hell of ever being able to do that stuff."

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Well, who didn't? That was the entire point of the genre, as far as Wesley was concerned.

"Oh, I'd love to," he said, hurriedly dumping the remaining quarter of a bag of cookies into a coffee mug. "Which one is this?" he asked as he made his way over to the couch.

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"meta Rush Hour. The uh, first one," Chuck answered, digging a handful of popcorn from her bowl. "I have plans that include all three at some point tonight."

"What's the point in watching on movie when you can have a whole marathon?"

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"No point at all, is what I say," Wesley said with certainty. "Cookie?" he offered, holding out the mug.

[[omg, i'm ridiculous. i just got completely disoriented from yonder pronoun situation ^ and questioned if i'd read this entire thread wrong. aaaagh.]]

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"Ooh." Chuck could totally be tempted by cookies, and sat up a little. "Trade you for some popcorn?"

"Completely unburnt, I swear," he added quickly, just in case there might've been doubt there.

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"Certainly," Wes replied, and made the trade. "Mm. Quite good popcorn. Definitely not burnt."

[[hee, no, no problem. I JUST CAN'T READ. and i was like "wait, chuck could be a girl... but the icons...?!"]]

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"Well, you know, I am getting to be kind of a micro-chef," Chuck shared, slouching back and breaking his cookie in half to shove it in his mouth. "I think it's an art. Really."

"And why shouldn't it be? Okay, it doesn't always taste quite as good, but-- You've gotta be impressed when a few little kernels can be this in under a minute."

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"It is quite impressive," Wesley agreed, smiling. "And these cookies -- just imagine, all I had to do was remove them from the refridgerator, and already they're --" he took a bite of one, then concluded, "--tolerable."

Maybe they'd stick with Chuck's micro-chef-ery.

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"Oh hey, cookies are always more than tolerable!" Chuck claimed, shaking his head. "They're cookies. Satisfactory, at worst," he joked.

"I mean, obviously." ... Obviously.

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Obviously!

"Well, I suppose that's true," Wesley conceded. He was just a little too British to prefer cookies over, say, scones. Or biscuits. Or tea. Ooh, did they have any tea?

"So, ah..."

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"I'm Chuck, by the way." He should probably introduce himself to the guy he was sharing his popcorn and had encouraged to hang out with him, right? Right.

"Three-fifteen." Maybe the guy was one of his floormates! And if so, fail on Chuck for... being a nerdy recluse and not leaving his room long enough to actually meet all the people who lived no more than a few doors away already. Faaaail on him.

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"Wesley," Wes replied, holding a hand out to shake. "Three-eleven."

Yeah. Two rooms down from each other. That was... super awkward. But at least they could both blame it on being nerdy recluses!

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Yep, super awkward, but Chuck blithely ignored that (or didn't really notice and carried on regardless), grinned a little quizzically at the handshaking and he leaned over to oblige. Chuck didn't know all too many British people. Maybe they were all handshaking types... Weird, but cool. In a very mature sort of way.

"Sort of neighbors! That's cool, I mean I've probably seen you around but-- not been so great at the introductions, which is pretty much normal for me, so... My bad."

"You seen these before?" he asked, jerking a thumb towards the TV?"

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Yup, the handshaking was a British thing too. Kind of came with the affinity for tea and the hyphenated last names.

"Televisions?" Wesley asked, possibly a bit idiotically. "Yes, er, I'm quite familiar with them." Then he realized that that probably wasn't the question. "I mean, ah, you mean kung fu movies. Yes. I've seen them before."

Well hey, Chuck, if you weren't good at introductions, at least Wes wasn't good at, um, any kind of socialization!

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Being good at socialisation was completely overrated!

"They're kind of addictive," Chuck continued, kindly ignoring any confusion. "I mean, I would not want my life to be one or anything... Unless I was suddenly magically awesome and couldn't die, because that side of it would freak me out--"

"Real life violence, not so much my thing," he shared. "But awesome on screens and way, way out of my... way."

Yeah, Chuck wasn't exactly a master conversationalist most of the time either. Just a babbler.

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"I know a bit of kung fu," Wesley said helpfully. "That is to say, I had to study quite a few martial arts at my old school, and kung fu was one of them. I wouldn't say I'm, er, the level of these people here," he said, gesturing to the movie -- which was true, by the way, because his kung fu was pretty bad (http://www.leavemethewhite.com/tv/displayimage.php?album=23&pos=131). "But I've a bit of practice. It's not so bad."

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"I did karate class for a few weeks!" Chuck said proudly. "Um, when I was eight. I may have almost kicked this other kid in the face..." Yeah, he didn't last too long. "I figured I should probably avoid the sort of class where I might... injure people." The little pacifist in him objected to that.

"They actually had that as a set thing at your old school?"