Third Floor Common Room - Wednesday Afternoon

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

After spending the last week stuck as a giant pending message icon, Negasonic didn't feel much like staying in her room. She settled for just wandering down the hallway and flopping on one of the couches instead.

Granted it was just like... five doors away from her room but at least it was a different setting.

For a late lunch, she poured herself a box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and started flipping channels around on TV to find something to watch.

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[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"I don't talk to my parents any more," she replied flatly. "Though my..."

Gee. How to describe Colossus. Metal guy? Surrogate big brother? Nah.

"...former teacher just sent me a box of protein bars."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Huh." Interesting relationship they had there. "That's generous?"

Try to sound more sure about that, Roscoe.

"Anyway, you're lucky, not talking to yours. My parents are assholes. If I could get away with cutting them out, I probably would."

Not really, but he was especially annoyed with them lately and it was easy to make broad statements like that.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"This place is as good as any as stepping away from your parents," Negasonic replied with a shrug. "That's what I did with my last school. It'll suck not having them to support you but if you think you'd be better off..."

Her voice trailed off and she punctuated it with another shrug.

[thewrathofkaan]

"I don't know if I could really keep it up," he admitted. It was a tempting idea, but he couldn't shake wanting his parents' approval. Or at least his dad's. "Sorry, I'm being a total downer, right? Hoverboard good, parent angst bad. I shouldn't overthink it."

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"Probably for the best," Negasonic said with a trace of sympathy. "I'd rather just zone out to bad TV than dwell on too much... stuff."

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe grinned. A girl after his own heart, really.

"Yeah! Fuck stuff," he agreed, shifting around on the couch to get comfortable. It basically involved sprawling and taking up way more than half the space. "Here, find one of those cooking shows where they get to sabotage each other. I love that shit."