Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon
It was another boring-ass afternoon after classes, and Dante couldn't be bothered to go up and looking for something to do right now. So here was the other option: Netflix, some snacks scavenged from the fridge, and some drinks from his own room.
He crashed out on the sofa with the remote, browsing around until he hit the stupidest-looking horror movie he could find. Put it on, reached out, and snagged the chips off the table. "Dead," he muttered, eyeing the second person to wander into a scene. "Also dead," he added, looking at the third. "...Dead together," he said, of the cheerleader and her boyfriend.
There was something comforting in how predictable these movies were.
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He crashed out on the sofa with the remote, browsing around until he hit the stupidest-looking horror movie he could find. Put it on, reached out, and snagged the chips off the table. "Dead," he muttered, eyeing the second person to wander into a scene. "Also dead," he added, looking at the third. "...Dead together," he said, of the cheerleader and her boyfriend.
There was something comforting in how predictable these movies were.
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