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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]

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.

[doubled_speed]

Ah, what a sad life it must be, to be a wet blanket all the time.

[flammablepitch]

I've had no complaints.

[There's a non-verbal eyebrow raise there as he 'doesn't' imply that Tommy has had complaints about his own.]

[doubled_speed]

First time for everything. Where's the form. I'll fill it out for you.

[flammablepitch]

The department doesn't accept complaints from idiots.

[doubled_speed]

So it will absolutely accept my complaint.

[flammablepitch]

You think far too highly of yourself.

[doubled_speed]

I think exactly as highly of myself as I should. I'm just amazing. How many people do you know who can outrun sound?

[flammablepitch]

... You really think that, don't you?