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[flammablepitch]

As you set your things down in the dorm, your eyes wander to the other half of the room. It looks as if he hasn't arrived yet; good. It means that you still have a reprieve, a bit more time to steel yourself for the inevitable. You begin to start unpacking your things, eyes ever wondering back to that side of the room. It was like an elephant, that side, something that really couldn't be denied and would always bring your thoughts back to him.

Quite frankly, it sucked.

It had sucked every year before this, and it would suck until they graduated - or until he killed him. Baz was sure that's how this would end, with Snow killing him after they graduated, doing precisely what his personal god wanted him to do.

And yet there was nothing you could do about it. Not until you both graduated and you were given a reprieve from this damn torture.

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[doubled_speed]

[Someone else's prince charming.]

Dude, meant I didn't have to make my own bed. So that's not all bad.

[flammablepitch]

I fear for what your area looks like.

[He's guessing a messfeast, like Simon's.]

[doubled_speed]

Dude my dome is fine.

[flammablepitch]

With an unmade bed. Is there dirty laundry strewn about too; possibly a few old pizza boxes?

[doubled_speed]

All of that would make for unhealthy living conditions for Speedy. And my family units would probably get pissy. So no, it's clean.

[flammablepitch]

Thank Crowley for that.

[doubled_speed]

Oh? What's the snake-carrying-the-antichrist-in-a-cool-car-dude got to do with anything?

[Is it really verbal hypenation if the words are just short of so run together that they are one word?]

[flammablepitch]

What?

[He's starting to suspect this man might be a few trees short of a forest.]

[doubled_speed]

Crowley? The demon? Fallen angel? He's around here somewhere I think. He's got BITCHIN' taste in music.

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Aleister Crowley, the english occultist.

[And mage, but it's not like Baz is going to run around breading sacred rules.]

And how do you know this, Crowley, is a demon? Could just be putting you on.

[doubled_speed]

Saw his memories. Trust me. Guy's a fallen angel. But he's really cool. HE likes Earth and doesn't want the end of days.

[You should talk to him. He's probably cooler than an occultist.]

[flammablepitch]

That's nice of him.

[Really, what do you say to something like that?]

[doubled_speed]

You really don't like talking, do you?

[flammablepitch]

What would you rather I say? "Oh wow, a demon?"

[doubled_speed]

Nah. Just assumed it was related. And dude, talking to you is like knocking on a wall. Not gonna get you anywhere quick. Maybe.

[flammablepitch]

I like to think I'm worth the time.

[If this were voice, Tommy would be able to hear the smirking.]

[doubled_speed]

[Come on, kid, let him hear you smirk. People who can convey a smirk in tone are good people.]

I don't know. I mean, all I can see is you being annoyed because of a roommate. What was so bad about the guy?

[flammablepitch]

[You haven't earned his audible smirking.]

He's insufferable, but that's not what the problem was. I'm in love with him.

[No past tense, his feelings for Simon would never be past tense.]

[doubled_speed]

[Well that's fair.]

Oh. Damn. That's like, romance novel shit right there. Gotta be complicated. Sorry about that. Dude even gay?

[flammablepitch]

We're still figuring that out. At the time of this particular memory, he hated me and wanted to get me expelled from school - or kill me. It was all very 'Romeo and Juliette'esque - with quite a bit more murderous intent.

[doubled_speed]

I mean, there is plenty of murder in Romeo and Juliette. Sounds like you two got it going on now though. So kudos. Sorry you're here and he isn't?

[flammablepitch]

He is.

[doubled_speed]

Wait, serious? You got to come here with your boyfriend? Totally unfair.

[flammablepitch]

Neither of us asked to be here.

[Though he thinks this might be a good place for Simon to heal.]

[doubled_speed]

[Yeah, but Tommy came here alone, and has more or less remained alone from his world. Betsy has been nice, but she's not really the same.]

Well, enjoy it while you are.