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]

"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."