Room 314; Monday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. He knew it was in no small part to the people that kept badgering him, and he probably owed a few of them some apologies, but he could save that for later. Right now he was going to relax and play some video games, and not focus on how much money got dropped into his various bank accounts

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[decoder_rings]

"Oh, thank fuck, someone's around to entertain me," Hannibal said, stopping in Chuck's open door. "I thought I might have to read or something."

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck smirked, but kept his eyes on the game rather than turning to look at Hannibal. "Quit pretending you know how to read."

[decoder_rings]

"Um, dirty magazines count as reading," Hannibal said, inviting himself in because he could. "They provide more educational content than me reading Great Expectations ever could."

[rocksthescarf]

"You only say that because you haven't run into any crazy old biddies who want to ruin your life yet," Chuck said. "If you're looking for something to do I could always send you to the bar to clean."