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!]

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[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Well, Blinky, maybe leave someone else in charge of looking, then."

Kuzco, you're gonna get punched.

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That implied Rhys was capable of punching someone without hurting himself. So.

He looked down at Kuzco's stuff again. "Nope, still garbage."

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"You have no taste," Kuzco said, then tried an extremely athletic (...for him) leap towards the door.

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"I have better taste than you! You wear dresses," Rhys replied, wedging himself in the door frame to block him.

It was just precious that Rhys thought his taste was better.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Robes," Kuzco said snippily as he bounced unathletically onto the floor and glared up at Rhys. "You're the worst."

Even though Kuzco totally started this.

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"Dresses," Rhys shot back, clinging to the door frame to keep from falling back.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"At least I have different ones," Kuzco sniffed. "You look like a homeless guy."

Because Kuzco had kiiiiiinda made him homeless.

[got-hijacked.livejournal.com]

"Because you locked me out!" And he didn't have any other clothing. So, it'd get awkward later.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes, but in my defense, I don't want a roommate. At all."

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"And in my defense, I don't care." Rhys, that barely made sense.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Well, tough," Kuzco said. "I got here first, and by the rule of finders keepers, the room's legally mine."

Um, no.

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"That is not how law works." He knew business law, you see. Fucked up, space corporation oligarchy business law. "So you can just take your dresses and live in the common room."

Like he did before this.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"For now, maybe," Kuzco said, glaring. "But you have to pee sometime."

[got-hijacked.livejournal.com]

"So do you." He was trying so hard to sound threatening.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah," Kuzco said, "but I don't have to worry about my roommate sneaking back into the room and ruining my stuff when I do."

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Rhys just glared at him in a way he hoped conveyed his badass...ness. "We'll just have to see, won't we?"

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Yes, we will," Kuzco replied, aiming for threatening and missing by a fair chunk.

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"Good."

Because the last word would be Rhys'!

[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."

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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."