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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"Do you have anything with chicken?"

Well, he'd asked. And Ezra was selective about acknowledging implied sarcasm.

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"Sorry, all out," he quipped, shaking his head. "I've got this wonderful piece of paper if you want your vitamins and minerals for the day."

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"That's too dry for me," Ezra decided, reaching for the remote. "Pass. But you get some points for creative thinking."

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"Then, I'll just give it to my bird," he said, pocketing the paper. "Guess you're out of luck. Have to comfort yourself with your hopes and dreams."

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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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"Well, my hopes and dreams are pretty comforting an comfortable," Ezra noted idly, as he turned the TV's volume up. Like he couldn't hear enough of the arguing as it was. "I'll manage."

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At the volume being turned up, Ronan shook his head and went back to rooting around in the refrigerator for something edible enough for Chainsaw that didn't have mold or extra ears or something.

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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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On the plus side, the women were no longer screeching about fake tans. But now they were arguing about what someone's husband had said about someone else's nose and how that had ruined another someone else's party.

Ezra was chuckling at it. He was easily enough amused.

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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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Ronan could vaguely hear the sounds from the television while he rummaged around before pulling out something that looked like a salad. That'd be enough for Chainsaw.

That done, he kicked the refrigerator closed and tossed his now empty water bottle into the trashcan.

He was committed to a greener, better Earth.

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"Don't make so much noise."

Said the person with the too-loud TV.

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"Oh, am I hurting your little ears?" he asked, dropping the salad thing down on the counter. "So sorry."

Not.

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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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"Of course you are, cupcake," Ezra told him sweetly. "And I accept your apology."

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"All these endearments," Ronan said, popping a cookie into his mouth and sounding halfway amused. "Must really like me."

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Ezra shruuged lazily, most of his attention devoted to the TV.

"You're not so bad."

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"Yeah, I know," Ronan said, sounding confident about that fact. "Nice of you to remind me though."