3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[lockestheway]

And thus it was that on the fifth day, Peter Wiggin came rolling out of Casa Locke for reasons beyond going to class, though really, he'd only come back from Oz's class five minutes ago.

The reason was this: there were gremlins in his room making noise, and he found he couldn't concentrate on feeding new information into the Australian legislative bodies when there were little green things growling and whining their way through Have Yourself A Merry Little christmas.

So he had effectively been relegated to the couch, idly zapping through TV channels as he wondered why people wasted their time on asinine shit like this. Still, he was putting himself to the task of finding something that might attract the unwashed hordes (and keeping himself from thinking about Valentine leaving this weekend) so that at least his unwilling exile had some use.

Sadly, all the TV seemed willing to show today was reruns of reality shows... and The Wiggles.

The latter was the lesser of the two evils by a very small margin.

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[dollpocalypse]

"You sure?" Topher double-checked. "They probably wouldn't mind."

Topher clearly didn't know Ben very well. Though in his defense, this had more to do with being faintly concerned for Peter than anything else.

[lockestheway]

Peter rolled his eyes at him.

"Topher. Seriously. It's fine."

No, it wasn't, but he didn't need Topher to harp on about it.

[dollpocalypse]

"'Kay." He shrugged and let it go, figuring that if Peter wanted to talk about it, he'd probably be better off with Kenzi anyway. "I'm not sure how the time works exactly, but I should be back on Monday if you wanna hang out. We could get pizza and watch boring historical documentaries or something."

Didn't it sound enticing when he said it like that?

[lockestheway]

"Maybe if I find the time," Peter promised. Or maybe he was just going to bury himself in work for the next quadrillion years. "God knows what new homework hell the 'rents will pour down on me."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher privately thought that having his sister leave to go into space forever should give him a pass, but didn't say so. Because he sometimes had tact.

"Mkay," Topher said, getting up. "I'm gonna get back to... somewhere without singing British people." Australian, Topher. Australian. "Have fun with Val. You know, before she, uh."

Okay, he rarely had tact.

[lockestheway]

"Fucks off into outer space to spend the rest of her life in exile with my little brother," Peter supplied.

Okay, he was mostly playing this cool.

[dollpocalypse]

"That'd be the one," Topher agreed. "Tell her hey from me?" A beat. "And bye, I guess."

Short conversation, that.

[lockestheway]

"Will do," Peter said. "Now shoo. You may flee."

He was just going to sit here and brood. Like a proper Wiggin.

[dollpocalypse]

"Thanks, boss," Topher said as he went, keeping the sarcasm in his voice pretty light because he figured it'd probably make Peter's day.

You're welcome, Peter.

[lockestheway]

Yeah, that was the solace Peter needed, Topher. Really. That was helping.

Peter crossed his arms once Topher had left and glared at the Wiggles. Stupid Wiggles. Ambitionless hacks.