Room 333, Thursday Morning

[child_of_rer]

Sov had their first class in the afternoon. If they were nervous they avoided that feeling by trying to sort out the piece of technology called a phone. There had been a pamphlet on the door pointing it out, so it must be important, and it seemed like a useful piece of technology.

If settling into the room at all was possible, Sov felt they had

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[i_am_the_rat]

Hank, for his part, bounced on his bed and played air guitar to the music. "This is KICKIN'!" he announced.

[child_of_rer]

Sov looked up, irritation obvious. "Why are you pretending to play an instrument?"

[i_am_the_rat]

"Because it's FUN!!!" Hank replied. "You've never played air guitar?!?!"

[child_of_rer]

"No." Ans Sov saw no reason to.

[i_am_the_rat]

"At ALL?!?!" Hank was shocked. "C'mon, you gotta try it!!!"

[child_of_rer]

"I don't think so," Sov replied, eyes on the phone rather than faceing Hank.

[i_am_the_rat]

"Do you even know how to have fun?" Hank had to ask. "Because I think you might be a dirty rotten no-fun-haver!"

[child_of_rer]

"Of course I know how to have fun, but I'm not a child!"

Because playing on imaginary instruments were clearly childish, and Sov was not. Even if it meant having less fun.

[i_am_the_rat]

Hank sighed and shook his head. "They just grow up so fast," he moaned. "I blame society."

[child_of_rer]

"Would you prefer a society of children?" Sov asked rhetorically.

[i_am_the_rat]

"Would nyah pre-nyah a nyah nyah nyah-nyah?" Hank mocked. "Psssht! If only!"

[child_of_rer]

"So you would?"