3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[apocalypsehow]

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

[apocalypsehow]

"That would imply he'd do the intelligent thing." Unlike Five, who would make his sister sew him up.

[utterly_alone]

"More like the self-preservation thing," Lydia pointed out. "Any dummy can dial three numbers. Some dogs can, even."

[apocalypsehow]

"You've proven my point with Diego," Five replied, gesturing at her.