"Oh, so you're the J-pop fan," Puck surmised, looking up from his terribly exciting computer fun and smiling. "Hey. I'm Puck. And how can you be bored? There's like a million new kids. You should still be recovering from them."
"What was there to recover from?" she asked, wrinkling her nose cheerfully in assent to his guess about her musical tastes. "I've been to loads of picnics and it's the new kids that need the down time more than I do."
"I had a busy day," Puck decided. He hadn't. "So many new kids to talk to. Plus I might have sunstroke. I was out without a shirt all day." He tried to look terribly pathetic. It didn't really work.
"Dude, you hit on my mom?" Hannibal asked, using that as his greeting when he appeared in Puck's door. He wasn't mad though. Amused as hell, that's what he was.
Roy, on the other hand, had spent a substantial amount of the day pacing around the building, occasionally digging his phone out of his pocket and debating calling Dinah, then deciding that might be awkward since she wasn't actually his mom and not doing it.
Eventually, he came back to the room, flopped down on his bed, and let out a great, frustrated groan.
"Just...family holidays," Roy said with a vague handwave. Don't cry for him, Argentina, etc. "Did you call your mom? You. Do have a mom, right?" Roy didn't know his roommate as well as he probably should, but they couldn't all be screw-up orphans here, right?
"I have a mom," he said, nodding. "Dad skipped out, but Mom stuck around. And yeah, I called her. Family holidays are rough though, dude." He knew that much. "Did you call yours?"
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Otherwise known as the room perky Japanese music sometimes got blared from. Shhhh.
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Eventually, he came back to the room, flopped down on his bed, and let out a great, frustrated groan.
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Oh, Puck.
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