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fandomhighdorms2013-12-20 10:50 am
flickofthewrist) wrote in fandomhighdorms2013-12-20 10:50 am
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5th floor common room ; friday afternoon
Flick still wasn't in the Christmas spirit. Bet you couldn't have guessed that, right? He hadn't gone Christmas shopping, he hadn't gone out and caroled, and he sure as hell hadn't thanked anyone for all the good stuff that had come to him this year because...there hadn't been a lot of good stuff to be thankful for.
But, Flick was out of his room, at least. After everything that had gone on recently, he was considering that an accomplishment. He was out of his room and stealing food from the fridge in the common room because that was what you did. He'd been intending to get a sandwich but something was wrong with the bread (all the freaking bread) so he'd just gone for cereal instead. The orange juice he'd found wasn't his either. Stolen food was the best food.
He took a seat on the couch and turned on the television, expecting to find nothing but holiday programming. That wouldn't change his mood at all, he knew, but he could at least repress all the bad crap and act like a normal human being for a few days. The act probably wouldn't last but he could give it a try.
[Mmm, vacation. Open post]
But, Flick was out of his room, at least. After everything that had gone on recently, he was considering that an accomplishment. He was out of his room and stealing food from the fridge in the common room because that was what you did. He'd been intending to get a sandwich but something was wrong with the bread (all the freaking bread) so he'd just gone for cereal instead. The orange juice he'd found wasn't his either. Stolen food was the best food.
He took a seat on the couch and turned on the television, expecting to find nothing but holiday programming. That wouldn't change his mood at all, he knew, but he could at least repress all the bad crap and act like a normal human being for a few days. The act probably wouldn't last but he could give it a try.
[Mmm, vacation. Open post]
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Yes, that was what she'd said. He remembered it now.
"Why do you think I'd choose nothing over that? Just curious. I haven't decided what I'm choosing."
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"Most people don't consider paying for someone else's dinner a prize. Even when that someone is as amazing as me. It's foolish, but understandable, I guess."
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Flick was the paragon of lawfulness, obviously. "I'd buy you dinner. Why not? I'd get some food out of it too which is always a plus in my book."
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"Then you may." Dinner was dinner. What did she care? "If that's what you'll choose. Not that you were right apart from a technical sense, which is rarely worth anything."
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Didn't she once tell him she always had better things to do?
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She shrugged once more. "Anytime this weekend. After that, I think I'll be off to New York."
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"Sunday," he finally said after some brief thought. "With classes over, I don't have a bedtime anymore."
Not that he'd had a bedtime in the first place, of course.
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Isabelle was bossy. Or she just knew her own worth. One of those.
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Flick wasn't always some chic metrosexual but even he knew sandals with socks were bad. Very bad. Terrible.
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Sandals with socks were just unacceptable.
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She redirected her attention towards the TV. "Now, what was this about a hunky Santa?"
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He was just going to mock the movie. And her enjoyment of hunky Santa. That was plenty of Christmas spirit for him!
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So she settled down and planned to do just that.