3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

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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[not_every_mage]

"They say she's nice," said Anders, as if he didn't believe it himself. "I have speech, drama and Bob's class. Drama and speech don't seem that weird."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah, but they sound boring," Dante said thoughtfully.

He looked to Anders, his head still hanging off the arm of the couch. "Speaking of boring and not boring... it's been a while since I last had a roommate." And the last one had technically been a cellmate. "We need to settle on house rules or something?"

[not_every_mage]

"Depends on how often you're planning to have days like Tuesday," said Anders, who had stopped by long enough to notice the guests and promptly found a better place to be. "But even there, my boyfriend has a single so I can always go bother him. All I really care about is that you at least tolerate my cat. I'd rather you didn't paint over Rapunzel's murals but it is your room too, so --" he shrugged.


"What did you have in mind?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Wasn't like he cared about the murals, so... Dante shrugged. "I dunno," he said, "What's the cliché? Putting a sock on the knob when you're getting busy?"

Heh. Knob.

[not_every_mage]

"I think that's what I've heard," Anders nodded. "I can do that if you can."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Works for me."

That vitally important issue worked out, Dante sat up, because shoving a pizza slice in his mouth when he was technically upside down... didn't seem like a smart idea.

"And the cat's fine," he added, "Just as long as it doesn't eat anything of mine." Like the pizza. Don't think he wouldn't hoard all the leftovers.

[not_every_mage]

"What if it chews on something?" Anders wondered, more out of curiosity than because he thought Lachlan actually would. "He wouldn't mean to, but he is only a cat."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Depends on what," Dante said, considering an ill-advised cat dentata pun that he blissfully didn't wind up making.

[not_every_mage]

The pun possibility had sailed right over Anders' head. He would have been mad at himself if he realized the missed opportunity.

"You shoes," Anders decided arbitrarily. "Or some leftover pizza."

[rebelseekspizza]

"That's crossing a line," Dante decided. He looked at his boots. "I like these boots. They're stompy."