Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

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After nearly five minutes of fiddling with the input settings on the remote control, Amy was willing to admit (to herself and only to herself) that maybe she didn't know how to change the channel on the TV. It was a frustrating realization to come to, since she generally considered herself a competent person, but there it was. The TV refused to budge from what Amy gathered was some kind of college sports network, and Amy was far too stubborn to get up and change it when there was a perfectly functional remote right there next to her. At least she assumed it was fully functional, because it had worked to turn the TV on. Maybe it was partially functional.

Anyway, Amy's plan was to keep watching this until she figured out how to change it. And in the meantime, she was learning a lot about basketball. It wasn't as boring as she would have expected.

...She wondered when the cheerleaders were going to perform.

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"Hey, I thought you were supposed to be Mr. Popular," Amy pointed out lightly. "Isn't sports supposed to be the key to that at normal schools?"

Her knowledge of normal schools was pretty limited, she was willing to admit.

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"Do I look like a team player?" The thought of trying to get along with a group of people, trying to take orders, even for sports plays, just made him want to laugh.

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"...Good point." No, she wasn't going to try to refute that to spare his feelings. "I probably couldn't be an athlete either, I'd just get angry whenever people ran plays I didn't agree with and wind up accidentally sabotaging my own team."

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Ronan gave that some thought before he actually nodded. "See, that'd be fun. Joining a team just to piss them off and make them lose? Right up my alley. It'd be fun to see them cry into their linen shirts."

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"And you could get the team's supporters all worked up over nothing," Amy said thoughtfully. "I bet people would yell at you from the stands and stuff and you could just keep doing your thing."

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"And that would be delightful," he sighed, reaching down and petting Chainsaw with one long finger. "But, I'd rather stay away from all that organized bullshit, if I can. I don't want to bond or connect with anyone like that."

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"Agreed," Amy said. "Good thing this school doesn't have required gym, I guess. Or room for a basketball court without a set of stairs in the middle."

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"No, this place just has classes on clothes and talking horses," he said, rolling his eyes at that. "Feels like I'm on a constant acid trip whenever I wake up."

If he slept, that was.