Dorm Roof, Saturday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin had almost liked the last place this forsaken island had taken them. But the new one was a little... strange. And spacey. Mostly the spacey part.

Give him attempts at high fantasy any day, yo.

So, for now he was sulking enjoying his morning on the roof of the dorm. If he didn't pay too much attention, it was almost like being on one of the parapets of Erebor.

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille had walked the steps to the roof looking for privacy and to contemplate the view. She was lost in thought however, and didn't see Thorin until it was too late.

"Oh," she said, looking disappointed. "Good morning."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Good morning," Thorin said on as autopilot. Because life hadn't beaten manners out of him just yet.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille was not going to mention Asdis.

"How are you doing?" she asked, looking out over the edge of the roof.

[dwarvenswagger]

As was only right! Also, they both dressed Victorian enough to avoid the strangeness of the day.

Which was for the best, really.

"I am well. You were not at the 'picnic'."

[crimson_sister]

Of course it was for the best.

"I was not," Lucille said. "I fell into a strange sleep and lost almost two weeks."

That was still not something she was comfortable with.

"Did you meet any of the new students?"

Or had he just been sulking somewhere and eating the food?

[dwarvenswagger]

Hey! He'd done both. So.

"I did meet some," he replied. "Are you well?"

Careful, that sounded like you cared, Thorin.

[crimson_sister]

"I am. Thank you for your concern." Lucille looked at him. "Did you make any interesting new acquaintances?"

She didn't expect he would have.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Some." That was overstating his socializing.

[crimson_sister]

"I'm glad you found it rewarding."

Lucille was well aware that he had said no such thing.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I'm certain you are." Was this a very polite bitch fest at each other?

[crimson_sister]

Probably.

"Are you up here admiring the weather?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"Yes." Certainly not brooding. "And yourself?"

He was obviously brooding.

[crimson_sister]

"I thought I'd enjoy the view." If Thorin hadn't been in the way, that is.

[dwarvenswagger]

Rude!

Thorin hummed in vague agreement. "To look upon a strange land."

Damn aliens. Why couldn't they stay with the orcs and dwarves?

[crimson_sister]

"It is strange." Oh no, they agreed on this.

"Does it bother you?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Noooooo!

"I much preferred the one before it," he said stiffly.

[crimson_sister]

"Really?"

Lucille hadn't seen much of it.

[dwarvenswagger]

"There were Dwarves there." Which totally explained it for him. "Not my people, but it was closer to them."

[crimson_sister]

"Oh. I didn't see them." Which implied she didn't pay attention to Dwarves.

[dwarvenswagger]

SO RUDE.

Thorin rolled his eyes like the mature, respectable prince he was. "So you did go to see that land?"

[crimson_sister]

"Not much," Lucille replied. Actually she hadn't seen it at all due to being a moth asleep. "Other things has kept me busy."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Perhaps the strangely colored elves drew your eye more." Oh, was that a bit of a sneer? Why yes it was!

[crimson_sister]

Lucille raised an eyebrow. "Why would they?"

Because they were prettier than the Dwarves, Lucille.

[dwarvenswagger]

So much prettier. Though the female Dwarves lacked beards there. Which had been super jarring.

Thorin raised his eyebrows. "Some were purple."

[crimson_sister]

Oh," Lucille replied. "That sounds interesting." Thorn might be able to hear some sarcasm, even if to be honest Lucille would have liked to see purple elves.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I'm certain they were sad to lack your attentions." They could just be sarcastic at each other the whole time. No big deal.

[crimson_sister]

"Are you trying to be sarcastic?" Lucille made a corner-of-her-mouth smile.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He was. He totally was.

[crimson_sister]

"Of course you don't." Lucille snickered.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin rolled his eyes again, turning to look out at the landscape rather than at the insufferable girl. Maturely.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille did the same, which meant that there would be an extended silence of staring at landscape.

Perhaps they could play the game of who breaks the silence first?

[dwarvenswagger]

Well, clearly not Thorin! He was going to channel all the stubbornness inherent in his race. And maybe a little more that was unique to him.

Because he was hella stubborn.

It might have looked like they had a companionable silence going to outsiders. Those outsiders were so wrong.

[crimson_sister]

Sadly for Thorin, Lucille was also quite stubborn, and she especially didn't like to lose a battle of wills. So the silence continued, hanging like a heavy cloud around them.

[dwarvenswagger]

Somewhere on the roof, a lone squirrel was watching with rapt attention like maybe they would do something.

That squirrel was way to hopeful.

Thorin just put his hands on the ledge of the roof and looked extra stoic. As one does.

[crimson_sister]

That squirrel could wait there for a long time.

Lucille wrapped her shawl tighter around herself, and looked quite composed, as she was admiring the landscape all by herself.

[dwarvenswagger]

Yup. This was solo enjoyment of nature. And things.

The level of stubbornness here was so high that it as a wonder people nearby weren't affected by it. Like a wave of stubborn idiocy infecting the rest of the dorm.

While Thorin pretended not to notice her at all.

C'mon, guys. Seriously.