fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

Chuck had tried so, so hard to hide away this entire weekend. That was how long these usually lasted, and he'd managed to avoid island crazy in that way a few times before. It worked for him.

And it had worked this time! Mostly. But without preparation there was only so long he could hole up in his dorm room reading and living off chips and candy before hunting down something a little more like... well, real food became necessary, and as such, leaving his safe-haven. From experience of these things, everyone went down at once, but as he recalled not everyone looked like girls they knew, and somehow that was worse. He'd blocked out this particular memory when meeting Annie for a reason. It made his head hurt in so many ways, and him uncomfortable in so many more.

So he planned to make this little outing as short (and himself as blendy) as possible. Keeping a hoodie up while making cereal might not necessarily the most subtle choice, but was what he went with.

[[ Open common room, with potential for bouts of SP as I have guests. ]]

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There were times Annie was just not happy with the third floor common room's selection of food, and so then it meant having to go up a couple floors to ~~scavenge~~ see what they had.

"Hi there!" she greeted the behoodied person as she went to look in a cabinet.

The fact some cereal might have made it onto the side rather than into his bowl was probably proof enough that Chuck was extra jumpy today. He'd never tried to deny that he was a world-class klutz, but he could usually manage that, even when people spoke to him.

He managed after a moment of recovery to get out a strangled "Hi," and remembered not to turn around. "Did uh, did you want the Lucky Charms?" Please say no, he might just throw them at her in a state of panic.

"No, thanks, I have too much to do to deal with a sugar crash..." And that would be her trying to look to see who she was talking to. It was just rude to not know.

Yes, it probably was. That didn't stop Chuck from wincing and keeping his eyes trained firmly downwards.

"It's probably not good for me either, but I think if you don't let your sugar high drop off until you're asleep it's probably a pretty good way to keep you going. Or maybe I just hope it is. Don't you think?"

And if he babbled, maybe she wouldn't notice anything else.

"...Maybe you should lay off the Lucky Charms for a while," Annie said.

He probably should.

"I think this is more the result of trying to life off only the things in my room, than the Lucky Charms. I haven't eaten these yet." Still babbling. "So really, they're not at fault."

"I was thinking something safe. Like Corn Flakes," she said, sort of in the tone she would use to talk someone down off a ledge. "Do you want some? Much less hyper-inducing..."

"I... could eat some?" He could eat most things, honestly. "I don't know that Lucky Charms are unsafe, exactly... Unless they proved that the additives are toxic or carcinogenic or something, but I think they'd stop selling them if that was true."

Still babbling. "... Maybe." He pushed the bowl a little further away all the same.

Yes, he'd have cornflakes, thank you Annie.

"A step in the right direction," she said brightly, getting two bowls and pouring the cereal in. "I feel like I'm talking to a hood."

"I hear it's a fashion. In some places." Not here, but places. Still. He cleared his throat, "I'm giving it a go?"

Could he sound less sure about that? No, probably not.

"But then I don't know who I'm talking to," she pointed out.

"It's like a magical, mystery conversation!" The way his voice was getting a little high was a trick of sound and her hearing. Honest.

"Like you have to guess. Which could be fun."

Annie stuck her hand on her hip and said, "Okay, something's going on here."

Unless the voice was a trick of sound and hearing.

"I liked talking about the health benefits of Corn Flakes, can we go back to that?"

It had involved less of the hand-on-hip skepticism he was seeing now. He had to try.

"Nope," she replied.

Richie had left the room very briefly yesterday and made a run to a common room for some supplies. He was trying that again today, literally running up a flight of stairs in hopes that the 5th floor common room would a) be empty of people and b) be full of food.

Apparently, no such luck.

"Oh. Uh, hi."

That nervous little squeaky noise he made in his throat? That was him not really liking that answer. "But why?" It came across a little whiny. He should probably work on that.

He risked a little glance across at her. Maybe that would be enough to satisfy.

Chuck winced. Another one?

At least, the chances of this person actually being the owner of this face were lower now he'd already run into her.

"Hi?" He should work on sounding more sure about that.

That little glance was all Annie needed for an "UM?"

"I was just looking for food," Richie said, heading for the fridge. A hoodie was a great idea. Why hadn't he thought about a hoodie? Then he could hide properly.

"Don't mind me."

Chuck winced again. "Yeah, it was less weird before." Or at least only weird on one end. Which seemed better.

"Do you... You have my face!"

He knew that, Annie.

"Or me, but I... have the milk," he offered. "If that was what you were looking for?"

"I didn't mean to!" He didn't do it on purpose. Honest! "It just... happens sometimes."

"But! But! I need my face! You have your own-" Her eyes went wide. "You do have your own face, right?"

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