Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

It had been a quiet week for Wesley, all things considered. So after his second class of the week on Thursday, he made his way up to the common room and, after briefly pondering the potential things he could do, decided to make eggs. Yes, it was evening, but that wasn't so strange, right? He felt odd, cooped up here, and a part of him was remembering how Angel and Cordelia always made eggs after a successful hunt. It had been so long since he'd last done that, and today's discussion of rogue-demon-hunter-ing had only reminded him.

He took his own portion of what he had made and left the rest plastic-wrapped on the counter, then went to sit on the couch. He ate and texted Cordelia, hoping to hear some sort of tale he could experience vicariously.

Wait. Impregnanted with a demon baby? That didn't sound good.

[[Open common room with semi-sulky ex-Watcher!]]

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[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

At this point, Percy was doing anything to avoid staying in his room and across from two people he considered traitors and idiots. He'd stopped stomping around at least and just sulked his way into the common.

"Hey," he said, managing to say that to Wesley before digging out some leftover pizza of his from the refrigerator and finding a seat. "Doing a breakfast for dinner thing there?"

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"Essentially, yes," Wesley said absently, looking up from his phone. He'd have to look up the demon baby thing later. Poor Cordelia.

"You're welcome to have some, if you'd like -- " he started to say, then spotted the pizza and laughed. "Or not."

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"Yeah sorry, I bought a pizza the other night just for the cold pizza," Percy admitted, shrugging. "My mom used to do breakfast for dinner all the time. I'd mostly stick with pancakes but she made just about everything."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Pancakes would totally have been a better choice. Fail, Wes.

"My, ah... my friends back in Los Angeles do this often too," Wesley offered in return. "It's a... comforting little ritual."

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it is. Wish I would have thought of it before pizza," he said but started eating the pizza anyway. "I'll live. You in need of some comfort?"

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"Occasionally," Wesley answered. If he sounded a little guarded, that was nothing personal; he just didn't tend to talk about personal problems.

"Cold pizza might work just as well," he added helpfully. "It has that same sense of being slightly out of balance."

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"That mean you're not a guy that cuddles a teddy bear for comfort?" Percy quipped innocently. "Huh, guess I was wrong about that."

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"Hilarious," Wesley retorted dryly, though without his usual sting. "And I suppose your strategy is more along the lines of hacking the dummies in the salle to bits?"

...More right than you knew, Wes.

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"If it can't be someone that deserves to get run through with a sword then yeah, it's the dummies in the salle," Percy confirmed. "You'd rather I go taking out my anger on random people?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Jason," Kenzi said, waving as she juggled eggs. "What's shakin'?" Oh cool, pizza. She'd be taking some of that in a second.

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"Hey, girl I don't know," Percy replied, rolling his eyes. "My name's not Jason. Better check your records again."

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Kenzi gave him a quizzical look, and said dryly, "Dude, you gotta look into that Alzheimer's. It was Saturday. Astra?"

Hey, if he was gonna pretend not to know her, she wasn't going to give him her real name yet.

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Did I stutter or are you just hard of hearing?" Percy asked, staring. "I'm not Jason. I'd jump off a bridge onto concrete if I was Jason. Do I need to speak slower for you or something?"

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"Whoa, chill. Asshole." Kenzi scooped up some of her eggs, and started checking for where Attitudy Judy would be keeping his wallet. She squinted at him, and lolled back on the couch. "So sorry that you can't take mistaken identity in stride."

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

Percy rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You're the one who decided I was lying to immediately about who I was. Maybe don't act like you know more about me than I do next time. That'd be swell."

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Kenzi checked to see if that chip on his shoulder was deforming his spine. Amazingly, not.

"I said forgot, not lying. Like lying's such a big deal." She ate her eggs as ostentatiously as possible. "But whatever. What's your prob with Jason?"

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"He's a pansy who has my face," Percy replied, shaking his head. "Hope you're not expecting some laundry list of reasons because I don't got him. I just don't like him."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

In search of more food, after a day of goofing off, Kenzi headed up a floor, and beamed when she saw her Big Sib moping about. "Hey Wes. Ooo, eggs." Perfect for juggling! Also eating, in a bit!

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"You're welcome to them," he offered, glancing up from his phone. He had maybe overdone it a little. The quantity, not the actual cooking.

Then he did a double-take.

"Which does not mean you're welcome to any of my belongings on my actual person," he felt compelled to add.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Awwww, Wes. Spoil my fun," Kenzi pouted, putting down the uncooked eggs and scooping a generous helping of the cooked onto a plate, then going looking for the hot sauce. "I was just testing you out, dude!"

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"Oh?" Wesley inquired. Now that was an interesting point. "And what were the results?"

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"You're all right, dude. You aren't stupid, and you mean well."

That's not damning him with faint praise, really. Kenzi could count the number of people she said that about on the fingers of one hand, and have a few left over.

"You just need to lighten the hell up."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

He'd heard that from many a well-meaning person, Kenzi. And occasionally an ill-meaning one.

"I see," he said dryly. "Well. Thank you for your evaluation; I'll make sure to take that under advisement."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"No worries," Kenzi said, cheerful. "This place could make someone tense. Me, I'm loving it."

FOOD. Also, violence! Also, travel! Also, wallets!

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Oh, Kenzi, if only you knew how very not tied to Fandom that whole tightass thing was.

"The abundance of pockets to pick?" he guessed. "Or something else entirely?"