5th floor common room ; wednesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

While Flick could deal with the cold weather, that didn't mean he wanted to be out in it, freezing his ass off for longer than necessary. And today, going out there wasn't necessary. He didn't have any classes to run to and he didn't have the motivation to slink into town to try and relieve some townspeople of their belongings.

All he really had the energy to do was wake up, put on some clothes and make his way down to the common room so he could scrounge some food and take advantage of their comfortable sofas. Doing this probably made him lazy but he didn't care. He figured he should take advantage of the downtime since it looked like he had to get back to New York sooner rather than later. It was almost Ranking Day and apparently, Mandel wanted Flick there to see the Dux title taken away.

Honestly, Flick didn't really care. He'd done it on purpose and he was at peace with it. He knew what was going to happen, he knew what he was and what he had to do so he didn't need the title. Joi could have it and be safe. The television was on but Flick wasn't paying that much attention to the soap opera he'd stopped on. His attention was on the news articles that he was scrolling through on his phone.

Time to see what the Mandel alumni (including his asshole father) were up to. See how they were wrecking lives and what the current Mandel students had to look forward to. Such a lovely world they were shaping.

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[shippedtomaine]

Emma came in and headed straight for the Fruit Loops, sure she'd been up for hours since she'd had class first period, but it was just a cereal for lunch kind of day.

"Hey," she said, once she'd secured a bowl of sugary goodness.

[flickofthewrist]

"Someone was really jonesing for artificially flavored sweets," Flick said, smirking over at her. "Hey. Feel better now that you're reunited with your cereal?"

[shippedtomaine]

"Much," Emma replied, because tasty food would always make her feel better. "Figure I've got to eat healthy if I'm taking a first aid class."

Fruit Loops were totally part of a balanced meal, it said so on the box.

[flickofthewrist]

"You're taking a first aid class?" he asked, half smiling. "That would have been helpful for me a few months ago. You're a little late."

Because it was all about him, of course.

"I'll forgive you." Nothing to forgive, though. "I like your definition of healthy though."

[shippedtomaine]

"What can I say, Flick, you're my inspiration." Actually she'd just picked it because of the weird name. "Never know when you might need patching up next."

Okay, so maybe she was a little worried about him getting beat up again.

[flickofthewrist]

"Hey, I've gone home multiple times since then and managed not to get my clock cleaned that badly."

There'd been some tussles but he hadn't come back looking absolutely wrecked.

"All my damage is up here," he said, jerking a finger at his head and making it sounded like a joke. It was kind of true though. "Don't suppose you know a good therapist?"

[shippedtomaine]

Who weren't fancy cannibals teachers and thus completely unsuitable choices?

"Not really." Which was unfortunate both their sakes, because boy would she need one in a few years time.

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm. Too bad," he said and shrugged a shoulder. "Guess I'm gonna have to make due with the damage in his head."

For a little while longer, at least. He was pretty sure he wasn't long for the world (sigh, pessimist). "Haven't seen you around lately. And yes, that means I've looked."

Because, well. He did like her.

[shippedtomaine]

Oh, right, that. "It wasn't like I've been deliberately avoiding you," Emma said. "Exactly."

[seveninchmotto]

This was not Isabelle's common room or anything, but she traipsed in like she owned the place, a takeaway cup from the Perk in hand and not really looking at all like someone who'd just been outside.

She flopped down on the couch, next to Flick. "Fancy meeting you here."

[flickofthewrist]

"Yeah because I don't live on this floor or anything," he remarked, glancing up from his phone and over at her. "Just a complete coincidence that I'm here. Hello, Isabelle."

That was him being polite and stuff.

[seveninchmotto]

"Hello, Flick."

That was her being polite back, raising her cup at him and everything.

"Having a good day?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." He shrugged and turned his phone off before dropping it on his lap. "Could always be better but it's not terrible."

The day was young though and he always expected things to get worse before they got better.

"You're a long way from home today," he remarked, smirking. "Miss me?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged her shoulders and took a sip.

"I was bored."

And sometimes he was entertaining!

[flickofthewrist]

"You seem to get bored a lot," he observed, sounding amused. "Should take up a hobby like...knitting. Or stamp collecting. I could use you as a very fierce knitter."

She'd probably use the knitting needles as weapons.

[seveninchmotto]

"Depends on if you want to get stabbed."

So, yeah.

[flickofthewrist]

"You've almost stabbed me once already," he reminded her. "Next time, it might actually happen."

Not that he wanted it to happen, mind you. Getting stabbed probably hurt. "Just aim for a non vital organ. Go for my...appendix or something. I've still got that."

He gave his stomach a pat and nodded sagely.

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

The plan had been to do a couple of laps and then go back to her room, but when you're Anya and you enter a building with stairs while still half trotting you climb all the way up.

"Oh, hi there," she said, still trotting in place as she turned to see the television, and then his cellphone. "Nothing good on, huh?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Haven't even been paying attention," he said, pointing to his phone. "Feel free to watch whatever you'd like though. Remote's yours."

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

"Wow big responsibility," Anya said as she walked over and grabbed the remote. "Truth to be told I'm not much of a TV person."

So zapping it was.

[flickofthewrist]

"You can do whatever," he said, glancing up and shrugging. "I'm not really a TV person either. It's on more for background noise than anything else. It would have felt weird to sit here in silence."

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

"Let's see...news, news, news, weather, business channel, business channel, reality show, music channel, music channel, reality show, music channel that never plays music..."

Disadvantages of having a ridiculous amount of channels, Anya thought.

"...food channel; I think we have a winner," Anya said as she sat on the edge of the couch, briefly turning to check she hadn't picked the one channel he was going to object about. "Oh, right, I'm Anya. I would offer a handshake but I just ran a few laps around the island." Not that she was a sweaty mess, but still, manners.

[flickofthewrist]

"Flick," he said, giving her a wave instead of a handshake. "Better you running than me because it's cold as balls out there and I prefer to get my workouts in more fun, less cold ways."

He didn't mind the food channel either.

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

"Well, you run faster because it's cold, and you get hotter because you run faster." Also superheroes were crazy and had crazy workouts.

"So you...run indoors?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I use the gym," he corrected, shaking his head. "It's all enclosed, the heat's on and it's got a heavy bag which is what I prefer. I don't tend to want to run around the island to sightsee."