Room 206, Sunday Afternoon

[yogurtvore]

Blue had done some errands this morning, and so returned to her room laden down with shopping bags and not bothering to be too quiet about it. Her roommate might not appreciate that, but then, she was beginning to have concerns about his wellbeing anyway

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[dwarvenswagger]

"I have passed into the halls of Mahal," Thorin groaned like the big drama queen he was.

Then there was a pause.

"What is Gatorade?"

[dwarvenswagger]

MAYBE.

"I think we drank that as well." Thorin managed to just look pathetic about it. "I never wish to drink those things again. Never."

[yogurtvore]

Look at your life, Thorin, look at your choices. "Well, I hope you learned something," Blue said, like the stick in the mud she not so secretly was.

[dwarvenswagger]

His life choices led to him fighting a dragon. So. This was better than that.

"Not to drink with Kenway?"

[yogurtvore]

"And about the rum."

[dwarvenswagger]

"He picked it." Which somehow linked in with never drinking it again. "I thought men drank weaker alcohol than that."

[yogurtvore]

"Well, now you know better. Don't underestimate our...drunkability, or something." That was speciesist, Thorin. Save it for the elves.

[dwarvenswagger]

Oh, he had plenty saved up for them.

Thorin just sighed in response, sitting down on the floor so he didn't do something unfortunate. Like vomit. "Never again."

[yogurtvore]

If he did, Blue wasn't cleaning it up. Her sympathy only extended as far as Gatorade. "I'm holding you to that," she informed him. "Don't think I won't."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I may die if I break that vow," Thorin assured her. Fortunately for him, the roomba was charging and couldn't assault him yet.

Like a vulture taking on weakened prey.

[yogurtvore]

All Blue needed today was to have to rescue her roommate from his murderbot. "Or at least you'll feel like you're going to. Again."

[dwarvenswagger]

"It's a solemn vow," Thorin assured her, with a little amusement filtering in.