Room 205, Tuesday Mid-Morning

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So, Rhys' plans to regain the room he didn't actually want  because he didn't actually want to be here... we're a success. But only because Kuzco went to class.

Whatever, it was still a success.

That would be why there was a pile of stupid looking togas and whatever else he could lift without falling over that belonged to Kuzco... were in a pile outside the door. Because pettiness was a prized trait in Hyperion employees, okay? Prized and cultivated.

And now he was able to empty his inventory pockets to safely figure out what he still had with him. Which amounted to an ECHO eye that was shoved into the very back of a drawer, his stun baton, the old flash drive that he got from Nakayama's corpse, and Dumpy. Dumpy was getting worked on to see if there were any parts he could use without shutting the poor thing down completely.

Empathy for mostly useless robots. It was his thing sometimes.

[open because whose house? rhys' house!]

Comments

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Fine."

Because Kuzco was petty!

[got-hijacked.livejournal.com]

"Great."

They were both petty. This was going to be a special room.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Wonderful," Kuzco said.

They could be at this all day.

[got-hijacked.livejournal.com]

Preeeeetty much, yes.

"Perfect."

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Peachy keen."

[got-hijacked.livejournal.com]

Rhys just gave him a suspicious look, trying to slam the door shut on his face. With all the meager force he was capable of.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"OW OW OW MY FACE," Kuzco yelled. "I haaaaaaaaaaaaate you."

[got-hijacked.livejournal.com]

Aw yeah. Rhys won for now.

Until he needed to go to the bathroom. Or to class. Or forgot.

"Enjoy the common room!"