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fandomhighdorms2015-09-11 02:00 pm
rebelseekspizza) wrote in fandomhighdorms2015-09-11 02:00 pm
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3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning
There'd been a pizza delivery guy with an enormous stack of pizzas at the front door to the dorms that morning. He'd gone into some thing about how they always kept overserving and overdelivering and he was taking the pizzas back because they couldn't afford to keep doing that, blah blah blah.
Dante had knocked the huge damn pile out of Pizza Guy's hands like it weighed nothing, caught it in the other hand, and slammed the door shut in the guy's face so fast he couldn't even blink. He might have been bad at stealing, but he was pretty good at taking things. Especially if things were pizza. Of which there was now a lot, but he was a teenage boy with a supernatural metabolism; he was pretty sure he could make it work. He flopped down on the sofa on the third floor common room, open pizza box in hand (and perfectly balanced even as he went flopping). The rest, he'd put down on the table. He was planning to get to them. All of them, if he could get away with it.
Anyone who might've also wanted a slice better hurry up-- and rule out the option of sitting anywhere near this sofa, as Dante had stretched out all over it, his boots dangling over one of the arms. Mmm. Pizza. Small pleasures would get him through Loss class yet.
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Dante had knocked the huge damn pile out of Pizza Guy's hands like it weighed nothing, caught it in the other hand, and slammed the door shut in the guy's face so fast he couldn't even blink. He might have been bad at stealing, but he was pretty good at taking things. Especially if things were pizza. Of which there was now a lot, but he was a teenage boy with a supernatural metabolism; he was pretty sure he could make it work. He flopped down on the sofa on the third floor common room, open pizza box in hand (and perfectly balanced even as he went flopping). The rest, he'd put down on the table. He was planning to get to them. All of them, if he could get away with it.
Anyone who might've also wanted a slice better hurry up-- and rule out the option of sitting anywhere near this sofa, as Dante had stretched out all over it, his boots dangling over one of the arms. Mmm. Pizza. Small pleasures would get him through Loss class yet.
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