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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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[flammablepitch]

I've read the network. People show up and leave without warning or reason. If that happens to Simon, I'll deal with it, if it happens to me, I'm sure he'll have people to support him by then.

[doubled_speed]

And if you leave tomorrow?

[flammablepitch]

I know he'll be alright. I trust him.

[doubled_speed]

Good. Trust is great. Hope he doesn't have to not have you. And vice versa.

[But Tommy just... he feels like it's fair to point it out. So far as he knows, from his HIGHLY limited sample size, Simon and Baz are the only people coming in as a couple. At the same time. That breaking up immediately would suck. No support network. Not that Tommy gets what that would feel like.]

[flammablepitch]

Are you getting at something here, or just trying to imply that I should break up with my boyfriend?

[Remember that eye roll in text? It's there again.]

[doubled_speed]

Wait, what?

[Tommy, he actually sounds utterly flabbergasted.]

Dude, fuck that. Why would you break up with your boyfriend!? Reddy is fucking nice. You do that and I might have to punch you.

[Sorry, he's been nice to Simon for, like, twenty minutes. They're clearly friends.]

[flammablepitch]

Trust me, the idea never crossed my mind.

You're the one talking like we should be cutting all ties so we don't get hurt.

[doubled_speed]

That wasn't what I said at all! I'm saying be the fuck ready.

[flammablepitch]

That was hardly how it sounded.

[More mental eye-rolling.]

[doubled_speed]

Not my fault that you need your ears cleaned.

Wanna join us to go pop some cherries?

[flammablepitch]

Excuse me?

[doubled_speed]

Sour cherry scones. We're eating some. They're awesome. Gonna pop all these fuckers.

[He ABSOLUTELY knows how what he said could be taken.]

[flammablepitch]

Tell Simon not to associate with idiots. He'll get some on himself.

[doubled_speed]

Oooh, see if I did that, then he might actually break up with you. But will do. It should help him avoid Jason at least.

[flammablepitch]

Snow has better taste than the likes of you.

[Don't make him spell your ass.]

[doubled_speed]

Yeah. Sour cherry scone taste. Why is this hard to understand?

[fuckingtragedy]

Ladies, please, there is enough sour cherry scone for everyone.

[doubled_speed]

I was literally offering him the scones. You heard me, right? I was all 'dude come have scones' and he's just being like this.

[flammablepitch]

Your taste in friends is as horrible as ever.

[Somehow it's like the whole effect of Baz's writing has changed to soften.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Come get coffee, you absolute terror.

[flammablepitch]

Fine. Someone needs to make sure no one steps on your tail.

[He may or may not have a thing for wrapping Simon's tail around his wrist. There's no evidence to prove this, though.]

[doubled_speed]

And scones. Cherry.

[flammablepitch]

Sour cherry. There's a distinct difference.

[doubled_speed]

I know. Sour cherries seem more up your alley.

[flammablepitch]

If that was an attempt at humor, you'll want to return the material to where you got it from.