Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

Monday morning, and he didn't have a damn thing to do - it was days like this Atton was actually glad he'd signed on to be a student over anything else. Nothing he had to do, no place he had to be, and a common room stocked full of food: that was the right way to do it.

He crashed out on the couch and groped around for the remote. He was starting to develop some real affection for Earth television, terrible as it was; he was going to enjoy himself zapping from one channel to the next and--

Wait, that was a card game.

He jumped back a channel. Yep. That was definitely... "Interdimensional Poker Stars?" Atton muttered, squinting. "...What is that?" Furry thing. Looked vaguely familiar.

He shrugged and settled back. Interdimensional poker tournament full of bizarre creatures from other universes? Sure. Bring it on.

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[suitably_heroic]

"Good," Atton said, tossing his feet up on the coffee table. "Life doesn't go quiet just because you need to think, kid."

[nottrivial]

"No," Alec said, "but you can't deny that not all loud obnoxious activities are necessarily intellectual pursuits."

[suitably_heroic]

"See, there isn't a word in that sentence that's wrong," Atton drawled, "Except the part where you implied that's what you said in the first place."

[nottrivial]

Atton had a pretty solid point there. Alec failed to grasp this.

"No, it is," he argued wrongly. "Because just because they're able to play in a loud and disruptive environment doesn't mean they're thinking very hard about it."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shot him another look. "It also doesn't mean they're not," he said, "In fact, I'm thinking they're a whole lot better at thinking under pressure than you are, kid."

[nottrivial]

"I doubt that," Alec said dryly. "If that were the case, I don't think they'd be applying those skills to a card game."

Please stop being a pissy bitch, Alec.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah?" Atton said, "Where would they be applying them?"

Seriously, Alec, he was going to shove you through a window at this rate.

[nottrivial]

"Something a little more important." Alec, just stop embarrassing yourself. Keep being a pissy bitch if you wanted, but stop sounding like a pretentious doucehbag. "Combat. Strategy. Not a mundie game."

...And now he sounded like a Jedi pretentious douchebag.

[suitably_heroic]

Yeaaaaah.

Atton raised both of his eyebrows.

"You think people who've been through that much poodoo, who grew up in a place like that, give a damn about combat or strategy?" he asked. "A lot of these card players are normal people who had it rough. They just want a mouthful of food and a place to sleep. You think they're going to waste that energy on 'something a little more important' when they could play some cards and maybe feed themselves?"

[nottrivial]

"I don't know," Alec said, a bit frustrated. "I don't know their backgrounds or what sorts of universes they come from. But it would be a lot more productive."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton leaned towards him. "Not everybody wants to pretend like they're a hero," he said. "The smart ones definitely don't."

[nottrivial]

Alec had to stare at Atton for a moment, incredulous.

"Right," he said finally. "That's incredibly short-sighted. I don't know what kind of world you come from, but I can promise you that that isn't always true."

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm from a world that's filled with people like you who think they can make the world a better place," Atton told him. "Only to screw it up more, leaving a trail of bodies behind."

He'd know.

[nottrivial]

"I don't do that." Well. Not personally. Others like him, though? They... kind of had a tendency to do that. "Anyway, that's not... I'm not saying that's what just anyone should be doing, if they haven't been trained or equipped for it with the help of a society that backs their efforts. But it's more valuable than cards. That's all."

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm thinking maybe if more of you people who did receive training and equipment and had arrogant little ideas about world-saving planted in your head went out and played cards instead, maybe less people would be dying," Atton said.

That was a pretty deadly look right there.

[nottrivial]

The deadly look was definitelly resonating, because whatever Alec had been about to say promptly got swallowed when he saw it. "That isn't true where I'm from," he said instead, staring hard at his hands. "For all I know it could be for you, though. I don't know."

[suitably_heroic]

"Then stop running your mouth about things you don't know a damn thing about," Atton told him.

[nottrivial]

"Clearly." His tone wasn't entirely conciliatory, but the word was, so Alec wasn't expecting Atton to call him on the edge to his voice. The bottom line was that he was already kicking himself about having gotten involved in this discussion in the first place, so yeah, Atton, he got the message. "I'll just. Let you watch your poker, then."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, you do that," Atton drawled, side-eyeing him. "Do me a favor? Don't try to save anyone on your way out."