Room 308, Friday Evening

[hoorayimrich]

With the room to himself, there was no way to annoy anyone with incessant clacking of keys as he wrote code. It could have been for some top secret project that would save the world, but odds were on altering Skyrim so that he could top Youtube videos of people rolling cheese wheels down a mountain

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[batwaffles]

He could annoy Stephanie with incessant clacking of keys! Assuming it would annoy her, anyway.

"I come to see if the pizza boxes have taken over yet," she announced from the doorway.

[hoorayimrich]

"I tossed them out!" Tony called, not looking up from the computer yet. And, indeed, most of them were tossed out. Except the ones under the spare bed. Because he hadn't seen them.

[batwaffles]

"It's a late Christmas miracle!" Stephanie declared dramatically, bouncing into the room. "Ooooh, I didn't realize there was so much space in here."

[hoorayimrich]

"It wasn't that bad!" Yes. Yes it was. He finally looked up enough to grin at her and not over at something in a bag on the spare bed. Next to all the clean, unfolded laundry. "I finished your Christmas gift. So... merry 2012?"

[longislandiceme]

Right, so. Seeing Tony in class was one thing, but it wasn't really like they had much of an opportunity to catch up when they were supposed to be doing, well. Class things.

"I come bearing milkshakes," he announced, waltzing in to the room.

...Not literally waltzing. Save that for OMWF day.

[hoorayimrich]

"So, I wasn't hallucinating in class today, huh?" Tony asked, looking up from his ever so important coding.

[longislandiceme]

"Well, you might've been, but not about me being there," Bobby confirmed. "Bobby Drake- the one and only, except for all those other me's- in the flesh."

[hoorayimrich]

"Back to stay?"