Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[thewrathofkaan]

Sometimes, having a mom who occasionally remembered to try to buy Roscoe's love was kind of sad and weird. Other times, it was really nice.

Today was the second kind of day, because Roscoe opened up a package that had arrived in his mailbox the day before and found a sleek white hoverboard bundled up in wrapping and packing peanuts.

Fuck yeah.

So, since it was gross weather outside and he wasn't about to try this thing on the stairs anyway, he figured he'd test it out by gliding into the common room. There was some minor cursing on the way there, and then some major cursing when he tried to navigate the doorway, but he was starting to get the hang of balancing his weight to move by the time he tried gliding in circles around the furniture.

The next step was obviously videoing himself doing this, but he wasn't feeling that bold yet.

[[open like a common room!]]

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[thewrathofkaan]

"Nice," Roscoe whistled. That wasn't nearly as awkward to watch. He never knew Dante could be graceful like this -- well, outside of sex, anyway. "Ringo got you practicing on her skates yet?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Oh yeah, ages ago," Dante said. "She is obsessed with those things."

His grace was actually built-in for fighting and fighting on the move; applications elsewhere were just a lucky side-effect. He got less awkward on the board with every move he tried-- so he aimed to make a circle, kinda like Roscoe'd been doing.

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe's grace came from a general comfort with his body that made him exceptionally coordinated in just about any physical activity he tried except for fighting. Which wasn't to say that he couldn't fight, just that he'd never exactly gotten any practice. There hadn't been many backyard brawls at his posh charter school in LA.

"I wonder if anyone ever told her that in 2016 America they just kind of give off an obsessed-with-the-'90s vibe," he mused with a little smirk. "I mean, she makes it work, but still."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Oh, I told her," Dante said, throwing Roscoe an easy smirk. "She's still in denial."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Sometimes you just can't help bad taste," Roscoe said with a cluck of his tongue. He wore mesh shirts and jeggings and felt qualified to make this judgment. Go figure. "I'm mourning for her, really."

[rebelseekspizza]

Well, yeah, but Dante was inclined to give Roscoe the benefit of the doubt because...

... okay, because no other reason than that he wasn't Ringo. "I do that all the time, and then she rolls her eyes at me," he said fondly. "She does not know what she's doing."