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fandomhighdorms2016-05-21 08:13 am
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
It was really a shame that no one had ever taught Roscoe to cook. He had been raised to believe that take-out was the most practical and delicious choice, so at fifteen, he now found that anything more complicated than a sandwich was out of his depth.
To his credit, he tried. Today his experiment du jour was simply an attempt at scrambled eggs. And twenty minutes and lots of dirty dishes later, he was sitting on the couch eating cold pizza he had found in the fridge. So... you could pretty much guess how that had gone.
Pizza was better anyway.
To his credit, he tried. Today his experiment du jour was simply an attempt at scrambled eggs. And twenty minutes and lots of dirty dishes later, he was sitting on the couch eating cold pizza he had found in the fridge. So... you could pretty much guess how that had gone.
Pizza was better anyway.

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He poked his head into the common room, grinned as he spotted Roscoe, and called, "Tell me that's not the last one."
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Because they were all in the sink. Don't ask how he had used up that many plates making eggs.
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Pizza acquired, he wandered back towards the sitting area. "What'd you get slapped with, besides Lecter and Starsmore?"
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Which he said kind of sarcastically, but it was partly true. "How about you?"
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... on some plane of 'pretending' that involved him flashing her his middle finger the moment she walked in.
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She found a boy eating something that didn't look particularly tasty, and while she didn't have high hopes she greeted him a little coldly.
"Good morning."
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"I take it you are one of the new students?"
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"I arrived in January," Lucille replied. She considered leaving the common room, but perhaps even a conversation with a cheerful boy would be a remedy for boredom.
"What kind of world are you from?" she asked.
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So... 'normal.'
"What about you?"
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"Hi, Lucille!" Ringo exclaimed with a grin. She'd just come back to the common room after a post-AT-run shower, and her hair was still damp.
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"Hello, Ringo." Lucille didn't look as cheerful as Ringo. "I assume you have been out doing exercise." Because she was wet.
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She grinned. "Yeah. The day was just too pretty not to go out, you know?"
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"I suppose it is."
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She was kind of sweaty and gross, and planning to take a shower, but she paused in the common room and sniffed at the air. "Smells kind of like eggs in here?" She looked around. "Was someone cooking?"
(She'd only recently learned to make scrambled eggs herself, so she recognized that smell.)
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She glanced over at the pile of dirty plates. "Looks like you worked pretty hard on it."
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He grinned. "How's your life going?"
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"Anyway, things are going pretty great! The weather outside is beautiful today."
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