fandomhighdorms | 3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Norman and Trevor had been throwing around a plan, almost actually a dare, really, to get together at some point to watch movies. And not just any movies either, no. They'd had a conversation about now unrealistic monsters in film happened to be, and that meant clearly they had to get together for beer and a viewing of that one about the sparkly vampires.

Look, they didn't make the movies, they just acknowledged that they existed.

Norman had actually felt weirder about renting the movie about the glittery vampires than he had about buying the case of beer, because he really did have better taste in monster movies than that while he was reasonably certain it wasn't a secret that he had no idea what he was doing with beer in the first place. So he'd made certain to find a chaser. For the movie, not for the beer. In the form of a kind of campy 80s vampire flick that he hadn't seen yet mostly by virtue of being more interested in the shambling undead than the sexy kind.

And then he'd ordered pizza enough for two, making popcorn while he waited for the food to arrive.

The amount of pizza that arrived was... not an amount to be safely consumed by two, and Norman stared at it in wonderment for a few minutes before sending a text around to any student in the dorms he had the number of:

Pizza and vampire movies on the 3rd floor?

Look, Norman didn't throw parties. Norman was just kind of baffled by the fact that apparently, he'd just sort of stumbled into doing so.

[OOC: Open party! Feel free to get a text or to just stumble on in!]

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"Pizza is always a good thing," said the boy who thought always having pizza so readily available was actually a terrible thing, but look at him going for several slices anyway!

"How's it going, Trevor?" he added, cocking his chin up in greeting as he drifted toward the food. He'd hate to disturb him while he was so engrossed in what was clearly high-quality engaging cinematic masterpieces, buuuuut.....

"Better now that I'm not brooding in the rain." Ugh, this place.

"You mean, like, up on the roof, right?" asked Prompto, because, yeah, that whole weekend was really weird, he came out of it feeling oddly hollow and just...one-dimensional? He'd have to remember that the next time he felt like he was dealing with too much complexity in his life. "Because, dude. Dude. Please don't tell me you were out brooding in the rain we had yesterday. If you can brood while being smacked in the face with a lime jello wriggler, your brooding skills are even more on point than I'd have ever suspected."

Trevor looked deeply traumarized by that. "No. God, no. I didn't go out in that shit."

Only idiots would do that!

"I had to," Prompto said with a groan. "Took me forever to get it out of my hair! But, you know, duty calls. I had to work. And was rewarded for my dedication with spiders."

He shuddered, a bit unconsciously. He'd honestly rather take the jello!

"...the fuck?"

"Yeah, we got tarantulas at the shelter now!" Prompto threw up his hands and shook his head because why would anyone want tarantulas anywhere? And it was a relief that that the fuck hopefully meant that Trevor could, like, understand, when he was pretty sure Vette and Nina would be all they're really not all that bad, we think even SNAKES are cute! because wtf, his friends were weird. "And I had to feed them! They're huge! And hairy! And there's a red spot on my hand now that I am really starting to worry about."

Which he shouldn't, because it was completely all in his head, but still!

Well, Trevor wasn't going to help that at all, peering over at Prompto's hands to look for it.

"If your veins turn black, you should go to the doctor."

And even though Prompto's gloves were covering up the supposed worrisome red spot that wasn't even really there, he gave them a little bit of a self-conscious tug as if to hide them better under that peering glance.

"I think that's pretty solid advice, dude," he agreed, "if anything turns black. But, if I can't make it in time, I am so, so sorry if I wind up turning into a giant freakin' were-spider and try to attack all you guys in the middle of vampire movie night."

And, because it was Fandom, he actually did mean that.

"Try to not do that, yeah? Just give it a try." Because he didnt want to ruin the pizza.

"Oh, beleive me, dude!" Prompto assured him emphatically. "I am. I am going to try with everything I got. Nobody needs that. Least of all me!"

"If it comes down to it, I'll help you hack your hand off." Which was almost nice? Kinda?

"Duuuuuuuuuuuude."

Could such a perfect balance between thinking that was totally harsh but also completely bad ass be achieved in just one drawn out syllable? If not, Prompto still probably got as close as anyone could yet.

"Wait," he said. "What would you hack it off with?"

"There are knifes here," he pointed out, totally fine with that reaction. It was a reasonable one if you asked Trevor.

Maybe it was due to some video game logic.

And if there was anyone who could appreciate video game logic, it was definitely Prompto.

"Just make sure it's a sharp one, bro," he said, shaking his head, "that's all I ask."

But it was maybe a bit weird, wasn't it, that he felt oddly reassured about his potential were-spider nature now?

"If we get it at the joint, you shpuld be fine." The qualifier 'should' did not help.

"....have you ever done anything like this before?" asked Prompto, who just, you know, suddenly wanted to just check.

"Oh, of course."

He'd accidentally taken off a few fingers trying to knock things out of people's hands with a whip more than a few times. How hard could it be on purpose and with a knife. Also the whole hand.

"Fingers mostly."

"Oh, that's perfect then," said Prompto, with way more confidence than he should have ever had in that statement. "Since a wrist is a much bigger target than a finger."

They were never allowed to have hijinks. It would end in tears and rampant property destruction.

Trevor perked up like that answer surprised even him. "So, we've got this."

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