Number Five Hargreeves (
apocalypsehow) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2021-06-04 02:43 pm
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3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon
Five had been forced to scrub paint off himself after losing at paintball to his brother's coworker due to a momentary distraction. That distraction was in the form of a just infuriating text from his brother.
"I'm going to kill him," Five decided, staring at the brick of a cell phone and willing it to give him a response.
The only reason he wasn't doing this in his room was that he didn't want to worry Dolores.
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"I'm going to kill him," Five decided, staring at the brick of a cell phone and willing it to give him a response.
The only reason he wasn't doing this in his room was that he didn't want to worry Dolores.
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Five considered it and shrugged. "There's no food here. You could order some."
Look at him delegating like a jerk.
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Besties, these two.
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"No," Five replied. "I don't think I will."
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Usually s thing people got to before random kisses.
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"Number Five," he replied. "Been here longer, unfortunately."
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Harry was of course going to have to point out to Ron that he could have it worse.
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He was great at making friends here.
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No.
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"Sorry. It's just... not very common where I'm from."
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"Well, it's unique," Five granted him.