Kennedy (
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fandomhighdorms2011-03-29 07:01 pm
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Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening
Okay, so maybe she'd pushed herself a little too hard on the obstacle course earlier; Kennedy had just discovered that she and moving were not on great terms right now.
That was what pizza delivery was made for, luckily, and since she could move enough to dial her phone and get out her wallet, there was a small stack of pizza boxes on the end table by the couch, along with a couple of two-liter soda bottles, and an entire freaking cheesecake.
Some movie called Sing Quietly was on the TV, and while romantic comedies weren't really her thing there was something weirdly can't-look-away about it. 'cause singer in a coma and all. It was kinda sweet.
In a weird way.
[[and open common room is open!]]
That was what pizza delivery was made for, luckily, and since she could move enough to dial her phone and get out her wallet, there was a small stack of pizza boxes on the end table by the couch, along with a couple of two-liter soda bottles, and an entire freaking cheesecake.
Some movie called Sing Quietly was on the TV, and while romantic comedies weren't really her thing there was something weirdly can't-look-away about it. 'cause singer in a coma and all. It was kinda sweet.
In a weird way.
[[and open common room is open!]]

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Of course, unlike Kennedy, there had been no obstacle-coursing for Bobby today, so he was rather energetic as he made his way into the room and helped himself to some of the food.
"What's on?" he asked, forgoing things like "hello", apparently.
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As if she didn't swipe other people's food without asking herself.
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She frowned at the TV. "Weirdly adorable yet schmoopy movies."
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"Like you could take me."
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Tsk, children. Flinging food around.
"Some of us busted our asses doing training stuff today, but that--" she gave him a conspiratorial grin-- "is more my thing than yours anyway, so I guess I'll let you slide."
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She actually thought he was pretty kickass, you know, for a guy and all. But that way lay secret identities that she cared more about keeping secret than she did about keeping what she was under wraps.
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No, you weren't, Kennedy. Not intentionally, anyway.
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