5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Tuesdays weren't going to be good days for Flick. He'd figured that out last week and he was pretty resigned to living with it now. His father was probably having a good laugh in his ivory tower about everything. That was, if his father even remembered that he existed. Flick was having doubts about that.

He didn't want to cope with his losses. He wanted to let them fester and eat at him because then, at least, he knew he was still alive. It gave him a reason to keep on going because his losses still eating at him meant the reason for those losses was still out there and still had to be dealt with. That kept Flick going.

Revenge was a strong motivator.

His classes for the week had been dealt with, the things he'd stolen a few days had been pawned and Flick was using some of the money he'd gotten from the sales to treat himself to a lunch that consisted of...a sandwich. He wasn't a big spender. Most of the money was getting sent back to Joi anyway. He just needed some to keep himself afloat.

He hadn't even bothered with the television today. There was probably nothing worth watching on and he didn't want to sit there and flip channels. He just wanted to try and keep himself on an even level even when nothing seemed to be going right.

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[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy came in and threw herself down on one of the couches. "That class sucks."

[flickofthewrist]

"Most classes do," Flick said mildly. He glanced over at her briefly, recognized her and knew what class she was talking about.

Couldn't say he disagreed but he also didn't want to say too much and get drawn into a conversation about grief. "Could drop out, if you want. Easy solution."

[walkswithcoyote]

"I don't need the hassle from the person who signed me up for it," Mercy said with a face.

[flickofthewrist]

"So, don't tell them," Flick said, raising an eyebrow. "What they don't know won't hurt them."

He figured he'd end up taking his own advice at some point. He wasn't going to spend weeks examining his grief.

[walkswithcoyote]

"If you think he won't find out, you've clearly never met Bran," Mercy said.

She sighed and shifted to get more comfortable on the couch, staring out into space. "I'll suck it up and deal with the stupidness and then maybe he'll leave me alone about it. In the meantime I'm just going to glad for all the times that aren't Tuesday mornings."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm. Well, good luck with that," Flick offered, turning most of his attention back to his sandwich. "Got six other days you can concentrate on. Sure you can find other hobbies to take away the misery of Tuesday."

[walkswithcoyote]

She rolled her eyes. "Thanks. I'll do my best. Maybe embroider some samplers for the common room."

"Or try to come up with a way to make the class more... interesting."

[flickofthewrist]

"A class on grief is going to be more interesting?" Flick asked, raising an eyebrow. "How? You gonna bring in stuffed animals for people to hug it out with?"

[walkswithcoyote]

"Just for you," Mercy said with another eye roll. "And maybe a soft blankie to curl up with."

[flickofthewrist]

"Save your money," Flick said evenly. He finished his sandwich and dusted his hands off. "I'm probably done with that class at this point. I don't need it."

[walkswithcoyote]

"I suppose that's one way to do it," Mercy agreed. "If you have the luxury of quitting. I'm going to just work on finding a way to make the class more liveable. Too bad we can't play a drinking game during class."

[flickofthewrist]

"I don't drink anyway." He did but only when he was under some extreme stress. And sure, that was often but drinking meant the extreme stress was just that bad. "So, good thing I'd miss out. I'd feel so left out, being the one to drink water."

He wouldn't care.