Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[plzdontcatchme.livejournal.com]

Well. If you asked Frank, this whole pretending-to-be-a-loyalist plan was a pretty good one. He'd been on Team Good for about two weeks now, opposing the evil regime and all that, but instead of living in the back of a warehouse and fishing food out from bins, he got to hang out in the common room, sleep in a bed, and wash his clothes regularly. Really, it was the best way to do things.

So, taking full advantage of that, he had his clothes in a laundry machine downstairs, a movie on about some guy going on a road trip on a moped, and an insane amount of Chinese food on the table in front of him.

He'd totally bring some of it back for his fellow rebels to enjoy, but right now he was bonding with some mu shu pork. Just cut him some slack, okay?

[[finally got up the courage to post something and it winds up being... this. open, with SP while lockestheway and i grab some sushi!]]

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[childcrusader.livejournal.com]

"Oh, totally. I mean, everyone's better off with their families than trying to get by on their own." Ugh, talking like that had become far too easy. "It's nice to have sane people to share the food with too. People who understand what's really right and all."

[plzdontcatchme.livejournal.com]

"Those pesky rebels would be impossible to easy with," Frank 'agreed.' "No manners at all." He gulped down a mouthful of soda with exaggerated thirst, dabbed gently at his mouth with a napkin, then offered, "Spring roll?"

Frank, seriously, you needed to work on that poker face. Stat.