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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:04 am
Moral Dilemmas"She would, she's -- " there was the tiniest of hesitations, word choice debated and settled on, " -- <******** terrifying," Noah said, solemnly. "If we're dead we can't get a drink." He gave Leslie a look that was half startlement and half puppy eyes. "You asked, so I will. Just, you know, when it's not going to kill you by drug interaction or a mace to the head."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:08 am
Moral Dilemmas " Jesus," he said, making a terribly pained expression. "Stop with that. You're a man, not a small animal." Leslie waved his hands vaguely, as if the thing he was hoping Noah was stop was just...his face. His whole face. Leslie flopped back against his pillows, humming a bit. "Yeah. She thought I wanted drugs, first time I came in. Was not convinced that I'd actually wanna work in here. Working in here's way better than being in here."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:17 am
Moral DilemmasNoah blinked, the startlement turning into confusion. The puppy eyes lessened in intensity but didn't entirely go away. It was entirely possible that Noah was not actually doing the thing on purpose. Commiseration, once again, was safe common ground. "It's gross work most of the time. But yeah, being stuck in one of the beds is worse," Noah agreed. "It really sucks, until it doesn't suck so much, and then it sucks because it's boring until you can get out."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:19 am
Moral Dilemmas "Eugh. Close enough." Leslie kept moving and fidgeting: nothing was comfortable for him. No matter how he laid out, something ached somewhere else. "I don't mind. I like picking on people as I do their stitches when they're stupid enough to have a sexy fight on the beach." He leveled a finger at Noah. "Way, way more likely than you think. Or someone that thinks they don't need a golem for Deathsweeper. Idiots." At the mention of boredom, Leslie nodded vigorously. "Needs TV."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:27 am
Moral Dilemmas"A sexy fight on the beach," Noah repeated. "That doesn't sound, I mean, wouldn't it be sexier to just, you know, uh, yeah that's dumb. Are people really that dumb? Of course people are that dumb," because he'd seen the aftermath of stupid accidents more than a few times himself in here, even if his usual jobs and projects were located more in the experimental section of the labs buildings. "They'd probably play educational film clips," he sighed at the mention of TV. "But better than nothing, I guess."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:28 am
Moral Dilemmas Leslie's lemonface grew more and more intense at the idea of educational tv. A corruption of the purest form of entertainment. "I take back what I said."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:36 am
Moral Dilemmas"It'd take ages to get and modify enough TVs anyway. Um. I have comics, if you're that bored," Noah offered nervously, because Leslie seemed like the kind of person who didn't like to be seen liking things even if he did like things. But maybe he was that bored.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:47 am
Moral Dilemmas Leslie squinted. "What kind?" Hopefully, nothing so high brow as Watchman, or anything else with too many words. (He was no imbecile: it just took...a longer amount of time.)
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 12:53 am
Moral DilemmaNoah relaxed just a tiny bit, just enough that if someone was looking for it they'd notice. "I've got a bunch of Iron Man, a couple of books of Ultimate Spiderman, some Thor, like not lots, I used to have more comics but -- " another of those little hesitations, choosing what he said because he didn't want Leslie to get mad at him, or at least not more mad than he was at the world as a baseline, " -- not any more, I'm gonna go to a comic shop sometime when I have leave and money."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 5:41 pm
What It Was Worth
"Yeah? I know how that goes...Sorry to hear." She didn't pry, leaving it up to Leslie as far as how much he wanted to talk about that. Doubtless he'd had other people come in and ask him about it.
Stormy leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees, smiling a little. "The Mirror of Erised isn't so bad," she said. "If you think that's creepy, wait until you read about the dementors. What house d'you think you'd be in?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 5:48 pm
What It Was Worth "Thanks," he said, quiet. He meant it, too. "What's a dementor? Demented as ******** I hope?" Leslie stared down at the cover, frowning. "Slytherin." Not a trace of doubt or a moment of hesitation. Nothing good came out of Slytherin, and Leslie knew he firmly belonged there. "Gonna need the second one, soon, sorry I've had it for ...ever..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 5:58 pm
What It Was Worth
She chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you could say so...I'll let you find out in the third book! And hey, you're reading, so it doesn't matter how long you need, ok? Just gimme the word and I'll bring you the second one."
Stormy tilted her head. "So why Slytherin, you think?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 6:26 pm
What It Was Worth He whined, wordless, like a child. "Ughh hhh, that's gonna take a year." Leslie yawned, once then twice. Christ, when would he stop feeling so tired? "Well..." He shrugged. "I'm not stupid enough to be heroic, not smart enough to be brainy, and if I was a Hufflepuff, I would kill myself."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 6:57 pm
What It Was Worth
"I think I'm a Hufflepuff," she said pleasantly. "Nothing wrong about working hard and being loyal. But about Slytherin...The books don't do a good job because all the villains come from that house--which is totally unfair, just by the way--but they're not all bad guys if that's what you're saying."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 7:45 pm
What It Was Worth The face he made clearly meant that he agreed. "It's whatever for a girl, but they're pansy as ********." Leslie shrugged, helplessly. It seemed well enough that Slytherins were where ******** belonged. "I'd probably be a squib, with my ******** luck." And then Leslie made another face, horrified that he knew enough to make the argument for it, and laid back down again to stare at the ceiling. Life choices, youngling. Is it not better than remembering?
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