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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Norman blinked, and then laughed a bit.

"Yeah, 'congeal' isn't the most appetizing word that's ever been attached to food," he allowed. "I think pancakes that are cold are just... bread, basically. So probably not too bad?"

"I could walk you some bread," Del said with a small nod, "With syrup. And sometimes fruit. Do you need bacon? Barnabas likes bacon."

"I don't mind bacon," Norman replied, "just so long as the pig it came from isn't nearby."

... Some days, Norman just kind of leaned vegetarian. For reasons.

"I can make sure it's from very far away," Del agreed. Norman, I hope you like some very different bacon.

"I don't like it so much, it's very.. chewy. Barnabas likes it and Wayne always gives him a big plate of it."

"That's a lot of grease for one dog to be eating," Norman noted with a blink. "But I guess Barnabas is a dog who can make his own choices about what he eats."

Don't bacon-shame the dog, Norman.

"He was Destruction's doggie before he was mine," Del explained, "He can eat a lot of things other doggies can't. It is greasy, though. I think that's why he likes it."

Nosewrinkle.

"I've never met a dog who doesn't enjoy some good grease," Norman replied. And paused a moment. "I've never met a living dog who doesn't enjoy some good grease."

Important addendum.

Delirium went doubtful, "Is there ghost grease?"

Beat.

"That sounds like grease made from ghosts. I meant grease made from bacon what's been eaten."

Norman's face went through a series of interesting contortions before he ventured, "I'm not sure I want to know how they get the grease that's already been eaten."

Because his brain was going some terrible places.

"Poop, probably. That's how you get most things that have been eaten, if you want them back," Del said casually.

Norman's head was going to find a way to turn completely upside-down if he kept tilting it like that.

"I don't think ghost dogs can eat poop," he shared. "Which is maybe for the best."

It was gross enough when living dogs did it.

"Probably," Del agreed brightly, "Otherwise there'd be all this ghost dog poop everywhere and nobody'd be able to avoid getting it on their shoes."

Not how it worked, Del.

"Like geese."

Delirium!

"... Ew," Norman replied, wrinkling his nose. "I mean, most people wouldn't even notice, if it was ghost poop. So I guess at least there's that?"

But, uh, Norman would notice. And it would be awful.

"Most people don't notice lots of things but that doesn't mean it's less icky," Del said.

"Oh, don't worry," Norman laughed, "just thinking about ghost poop is plenty icky enough."

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