3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

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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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Comments

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Why?"

Explain yourself and your family, Five!

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"Because he's an idiot!" That totally explained it, right?

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"That's not a reason for pictures of severed appendages!"

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"It is if you're Diego!"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Is your whole family like this?"

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"Yes!" Of course they were. He was a part of them.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Your poor mother."

So aggressive, Belle. And to think 2 days ago you hugged him!

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"She's an android, she was programmed to do it," Five said dismissively.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I'm not certain that makes it better."

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"I think it does," Five replied with a nod. Of course he did.