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Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday afternoon
Joker sat on the couch with his foot propped up. Stress fractures like the ones he'd given himself yesterday weren't so big of a deal -- he had pills for that -- but it still hurt, dammit.
He was playing a match 3 game -- in other words, swiping with one hand at glowing objects floating in the air above his other wrist -- and he had the TV on in the background, for company. It was tuned to The Weather Channel, and he was starting to get a little sick of the Winter Storm Orion coverage. "You know what I hate?" he remarked, to no one in particular. "Weather. We don't really get that, where I'm from."
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He was playing a match 3 game -- in other words, swiping with one hand at glowing objects floating in the air above his other wrist -- and he had the TV on in the background, for company. It was tuned to The Weather Channel, and he was starting to get a little sick of the Winter Storm Orion coverage. "You know what I hate?" he remarked, to no one in particular. "Weather. We don't really get that, where I'm from."
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"Oh... no, it's not that." She pulled in a deep breath, exhaled, and then attempted a little smile. "I just miss them, that's all. They died suddenly, just a few weeks before I came here."
A pause.
"Why? Did you want a car?"
She was attempting some half-hearted teasing, now. Because now seemed like a very good time for it.
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"Trust me," he told her, going with the other line of conversation. "Every teenage boy wants a car. And just about everybody likes getting attractive people to buy them expensive things."
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And she had no idea where to go with that, either.
"You're only the second person here I've even told about my parents," she settled on. "I couldn't have expected you to know. And I, um." She was blushing again. So he'd managed a little victory there. "I'll have to keep that in mind. About the... buying... things."
Mostly the 'attractive people' part. Hence the blush.
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And even then...
"And thank you. I... I'm sorry about your mother," she offered, softly. "I think perhaps I would like to talk about it sometime, if you don't mind. I haven't, yet. Not really. And burying it..."
Well, she had so many things pushed away and hidden, this on top of it all was not exactly helping anything.
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