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Dorm Roof, Tuesday Morning

Yesterday's class left Faith feeling -- frazzled.

Given all the crazy stunts she pulled, she found it easier not to think about the risk of death. The helpless, panicked, fighting-her-own-lungs-for-breath feeling she got when her footwork was wrong and she thought she was about to fall to her death was easily the worst feeling she ever felt, and the only way she could keep running after enduring one of those horrible moments was if she put the possibility of ever feeling that way again completely out of her mind.

The problem was, actually talking about dying made that stupid feeling harder to shake, and the only way she could banish it from her mind was with a distraction. Normally a run worked great as one of those, but given just what exactly she needed distracting from, she was having a hard time motivating herself to run today.

She stood on the dorm roof and gazed out at the view, arms crossed over her chest. She really hated high school.

[[open like a roof! possible SP warning, i'm training a new person at work today.]]

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Well, Rhys couldn't really say his current problems were that bad, but still. He'd really only come up here in hopes of finding a way down to his room from the side of the building.

Yeah, it would probably end in him breaking something. We know.

"Oh! Hey."

Well, you know. Being banished from your room was pretty bad too.

"Hey," Faith said, breaking out of her angsty train of thought as she turned around to look at him. "Left your room unattended, huh? Is that the best idea?"

He seriously just wanted his two other pairs of pants. And his skinny tie.

"He already stole it while I took a shower." And Rhys was such a grumpy-wumpy about it.

Hey, who needed more than two pairs of pants? Not video game characters, that's who!

"Eesh." Faith winced. "So what's the play, you gonna camp out up here?"

Well, it depends on if the DLC provides something fancy to wear.

"I've been sleeping in the common room and planning my revenge." Which left him completely missing the points when Kuzco left the room. So.

"Oh, that sounds fun," she said sarcastically. "I'm guessing you get woken up a lot by people getting late night snacks."

"I've... gotten used to that," he said defensively.

Faith grinned. "Yeah, I bet. You know, I might have a set of earplugs in my bags if you want me to check for you. I haven't really needed to use them since I got here since my roommate acts like a normal person."

Well, he still dressed like he just came from a Ren Faire, but he understood how to exist in a shared space. That was all she asked.

That basically described half the people in the dorms these days.

"Lucky," he sighed. "I keep hoping Kuzco will drop out. Or die."

Faith laughed. Not in a mean way. She sympathized with Rhys, okay? "And you haven't thought of, you know, just climbing in the window?"

Obviously that was a totally reasonable suggestion that anyone would come up with, and not just crazy thrill-seekers like her.

Rhys peered over the edge of the roof and blanched a little. A lot, really.

"Uh, the thought crossed my mind," he said anxiously.

"Uh-huh."

Faith was a smartass, so she hopped up on the ledge and took a seat with one leg tucked underneath her and one leg hanging over the ledge. "Sounds like a tough situation."

Faith, be nice, he only had one arm. Climbing wasn't easy.

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Rhys winced, reaching over like he could so something if she fell before trying to make it seem like he was just running his fingers through his hair. Aw yeah. So cool.

And he had two now. He just... always forgot his metal arm was way stronger for these things.

"I'll get the room back. He's not that smart."

"Probably," she agreed, swinging her leg back and forth. Kuzco couldn't even be quiet for thirty seconds while ignoring a teacher's assignment, so yeah, he didn't seem like a big time thinker. But she felt kind of bad for Rhys, so she added, "But look, I'm good at climbing stuff. I can break in for you if you want."

"You could?" Things were turning up ~~Milhouse~~ Rhys!

"Yeah, sure," she said easily. "It's something to do. And it beats watching you pout."

She grinned at him.

Sorry, Rhys.

"Who's pouting?" Rhys scoffed. "I'm not---I'm not pouting."

He was brooding in a manly fashion. Hells yeah.

"Hey, no judgment," she said, holding up both hands, still smiling. Sorry she was such a troll, Rhys. She was having fun with this. "We all gotta get our teenage angst out somehow. Even those of us who are in our late twenties."

Which was still really hard to believe, for the record. He wasn't exactly overflowing with maturity.

"Oh," Rhys said, laughing fakely. "Ah ha ha. Good one. But I don't have any teen angst."

Unless you counted his big messy break up with a murderous AI based off his former boss. But who was counting that? No one. No one was counting that, damn it.

Look, Faith was not good at reading people. She basically had to be clubbed over the head with evidence before she picked up on the fact that an evil cop she kidnapped was actually her sister. It was a whole thing. But the point was that Rhys' fake laugh sounded fake as hell.

"Oh yeah?" she said, trying to bite back her smile. "What do you call the whole room dispute, then?"

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Faith. Faith. Oh, video game protagonists. At least this Troy Baker character wasn't also a shitty dad? Fuck you, Booker DeWitt. Fuck you.

"A... mild... property dispute," Rhys replied slowly. "But, as I am not a teenager, I don't have teenage angst."

CHECK AND MATE, FAITH.

What was an AAA game without a shitty dad? That was just unbelievable content right there.

"Whatever you say," Faith said, doing her very best not to look like a smug troll this time. It was... slightly successful. "Is it possible that in the whole de-aging thing you got some more teenage stuff than just the face? Like..." She searched for a good example of something appropriately teenager-y, and just came up with-- "...hormones?"

Then she promptly scrunched up her face. "Never mind, let's not go there."

It was like a Disney character with living parents!

"...are you hitting on me?" Oh god, he was so unprepared for this.

"What? No!" Her game was rated T, and not even a hard T! There was no cursing or blood or light flirting! "I mean, not to be rude, but really no."

His game featured peeling someone's face off of someone else's face while trying not to vomit. Apples and horrible, horrible oranges.

"Oh thank god," he said with a relieved sigh. "I don't need to feel like a creep."

More like a creep. Oh god, being a teen again was awful.

Aww, friendly face-peeling sounded cute!

"You know, I bet you could get your own room if you told the dean you're old," she pointed out. "But they might also kick you out."

"I already went to the office,"Rhys replied. "It's a moose. There was a moose."

Faith blinked. Then instantly wondered why she was even surprised. She had a dog for a teacher.

"Oh, of course. That makes sense," she said dryly. "Well, guess breaking in is your only option. Has anyone ever told you you're kind of unlucky?"

Well, not that unlucky, since Faith at least could actually do the break-in. But in other areas his luck was not that good.

"That. I've noticed on my own," he said with a sigh.

Faith gave him a sympathetic look. Dude had it rough.

"It's okay, so am I," she offered. "But I'll get you in. I should figure out what window is yours, though. Any weird decorating choices I should look for?"

"Probably a lot of togas on the floor," Rhys suggested. "Or Dumpy floating around aimlessly."

Oh, Dumpy. You're the worst.

"Dumpy?" Faith said dubiously. "Is that what you're calling Kuzco?"

"No, Dumpy is an old Atlas security bot (https://66.media.tumblr.com/c2123d0b3fece7ab2090b26583e18047/tumblr_nxlfd6Rzvt1uarm7ho2_250.gif) that I fixed up."

Aww, he was a cutie.

"Huh. Kind of failed at his job, huh?"

Kicking Rhys out of the room counted as a security breach, right?

"...he needs a little reprogramming," Rhys admitted. "And repair."

"And hey, maybe he'll kill Kuzco for you after all."

Fun thought, right?

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