Fifth Floor Common Room - Friday Night

[weetinyreese]

The television wasn't the reason why Kyle was in the common room. The lighting was better in here and he had a hole in his shoe that he was trying to fix. There was a pair of pants hung over one of the couch arms with a tear in it that needed fixing too, but that would come next.

Or would have, if the guy in the TV didn't start talking to him.

"Hey. Hey buddy. What are you doing?"

At first, he figured it was a show.

"Yeah, kid with the shoes. I'm talking to you!"

Kyle looked up. "Are you talking to me?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

"You're a TV. You're not supposed to talk to me."

"Says you. Get a haircut."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair."

"You look like a hippie. Who lets their hair grow that long? Hippies, that's who."

Kyle didn't know what a hippie was, so he just stared for a while, wondering if he should have eaten that cheese at the back of the fridge.

[OOC: Open CR is open! The TV is totally moddable and will insult you if you talk to it, but only until midnight Fandom time!]