Room 307, Sunday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was not having the best day in the world. Not by a long shot.

First he had woken up to find his eye still smarting from the day before (seriously, how many times was he going to get punched this month? Come on!), and then he had reluctantly trudged to the junk yard to try and find some parts to make into laser robots for Peter. He had

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[lockestheway]

"Those rats sure are terrifying, aren't they," said Peter from the doorway.

He was not doing the best job at keeping his face smooth or himself from laughing.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher moved the ice cream sandwich over slightly to allow him to see his visitor. Upon noting that it was Peter, he burst up, knocking the bag of Cheetos all over the bed. "What? Oh! Yeah! That one had murder in its eyes, man."

[lockestheway]

Peter nodded seriously, stepping into the room. He had his backpack on for no real reason besides book and portable desk transportation. Really.

"A murderous rat, huh?" he asked. "How big was this terrifying monster?"

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"Like, two feet long," Topher said seriously. He shook his head in disbelief, still scarred from the horrors he'd faced this morning. Then, to help offset the trauma, he unwrapped the ice cream sandwich, took a bite, and then pressed it back to his eye. Yeah, good luck cleaning up the inevitable melted chocolate wafer, Topher.

Helpfully, he offered, "Want?"