2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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Yesterday had been fun. Lots of it. Catching and killing eels fit a fox surprisingly well. But yesterday had also taken a lot out of Ezra. So, that explained why he'd slept way into the afternoon, and why, upon entering the common room now, he immediately collapsed onto the couch in front of the television, and began to wait for someone he could pester into making him something to eat.

Or maybe that had nothing to do with yesterday at all, and he was just lazy. Or he just liked how he looked, sprawled out on the couch lazily like he was. It could have been any of the aforementioned things, really.

He turned the TV on.

"Ooh, Real Housewives."

[ooc: I have passed all the stressful bits of this week, so let's celebrate with a CR. Open!]

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"What's this garbage?" Ronan asked since curiosity sometimes got the better of him. He'd come downstairs to try and track down something to eat for Chainsaw (and himself, yeah).

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"It's quality entertainment," Ezra informed him crisply, just barely managing to turn his head a bit to throw Ronan a glance. "Nothing you want to get tangled up in."

There was a very heated argument happening on the screen. About something very important, like whose tan looked more fake.

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Ronan still glanced back at the television and shook his head.

"Wouldn't it be more educational to read a book or something?" Not that he was going to do that, mind you.

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Now that was enough to get Ezra to twist around and raise his eyebrows at him.

"What would I want with anything educational?

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"Isn't that what everyone wants here?" he asked, pulling out a bottle of water and draining half of it. "That and the free food this place seems to have hidden in every corner."

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"Mm, food," Ezra sighed, as if he hadn't even heard the first part. Food was much more important. He flopped back down. "You should fix me up something, since you're here."

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"Oh, should I?" Yes, he sounded very much like he was going to do that. Like he'd just been waiting for the request. "What would you like?"

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"It only looks and sounds like garbage," Amy told him. "There's a nugget of entertainment in it. Deep, deep down."

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"I don't think I have the ability to care that much to look that far," Ronan said, shaking his head. "It'll just remain garbage to me, I think."

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"Suit yourself," Amy said. "But you're missing out on some pretty epic brawls and a chance to expand your vocabulary of insults. I've learned a lot about evoking vivid imagery in my catfights over my friends' husbands."

No, Amy didn't have catfights over anyone's husbands. Or really any catfights at all.

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"You don't think I've got a nice dictionary of insults and curses already?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I could let you find out..."

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"Hey, I'm right there with you," Amy said. "My mom only stopped washing my mouth out with soap two years ago, and only because I kept biting her." Biting was Amy's go-to brawling move. It worked pretty well for her. "But if you want to exchange tips sometime, I'm always down to find new ways to complain about the world around me."

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"Two years ago?" Sorry Amy, he was going to have to question that. "Seriously?"

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Cecil wandered in, Foucault behind him.

"Oo, hi!" A new person! "I'm Cecil. You're new?"

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"I'm Ezra," Ezra said, a little distractedly. There was a reason for that, although he wasnt very obvious about sniffing the air before turning to look towards the new arrivals. "What's that?"

He was pointing a finger at Foucault, for clarity's sake.

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Cecil grinned. "Oh, sorry! He's Foucault. He's not a transformed student or anything," because these things had to be explained, "just my pet."

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Ezra was very sorry, but it was kind of in his nature to get the urge to eat Foucault. He wasn't going to, though. Obviously.

"Well, hello," he said, easily enough. "I'm getting the impression needing to specify whether someone's a tranformed student is a common thing."

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Well, just so long as he was nice enough not to, it wasn't like Cecil was going to blame him.

"Oh, yes," he agreed. "It's usually the second thing anyone asks, after what he is." He scritched Foucault's head. "He's pretty smart for a whatever he is, though."

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"So, you don't actually know?" Ezra checked. Call him curious. But not surprised.

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"Well, he seems to mostly be a flamingo, obviously." Cecil shrugged. "We've been calling him an osmingo, because of his eyes and his size."

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No, this wasn't Amy's floor, but Real Housewives was an unmistakable sound and she was powerless to resist it.

She plopped down on one of the couches Ezra wasn't sprawled across. "Ooh, which city is this one? I didn't think anyone at this school would watch reality shows when there's so much drama in town as it is."

{SP warning, but i, like amy, could not resist.}

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"This is..." Ezra trailed off while he squinted at the TV. "Beverly Hills?"

He paid attention to the drama, not the location, apparently.

"I think. They look tastefully orange enough for that, anyway."

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"Ah, right," Amy said with a solemn nod. "I should've guessed from the tans and the architecture. Rookie mistake."

She grinned a little sheepishly. "I'm one of those fake-ironic fans," she admitted.

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Ezra twisted a bit to be in a better position to give her an amused look. "That seems far too strenuous for me," he decided. "I'd rather just enjoy things. No irony necessary, fake or otherwise."

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"That's probably healthier in the long run," Amy was willing to concede. "But then you have to be willing to admit you like something even if it's really lame, and you get people judging you and wow, I'm starting to sound like my best friend at this point. I promise I'm not one of those people who lives in constant fear of being judged."

Well... maybe a little.