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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:01:09 GMT -5
He continued on his essay. It was a relatively simple one. Herbology. He could finish it easily. Which he did. The rest of his homework could wait. He pulled out a piece of parchment, to start a letter, and ignore his roommate.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 3:06:01 GMT -5
A letter? To who? He would have been annoyingly curious if he wasn't trying to get warm.
He practically growled, trying to get his blanket as close as he could.
"Fuck, do you just turn every room you walk into cold?!"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:13:54 GMT -5
"Yes. Every room."
He rolled his eyes again. The letter, of course, would be to his mother. Once he figured what to write...
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 3:19:00 GMT -5
He groaned, scooting down and pulling the blanket up over his head.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:22:54 GMT -5
"Maybe you would be less cold if your body wasnt losing its ability to be warm."
He shrugged.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 3:23:48 GMT -5
Brin slipped a hand out of the blanket to flip him off. It quickly retreated back into the warmth.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:24:46 GMT -5
He smirked.
"You know how to make me feel nice and welcome. Thank you."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 3:26:29 GMT -5
His hand slipped out again to throw him a thumbs up. Fuck, he was way too cold for this.
"Why don't you come make me warm, I'll welcome you some more."
His voice was shaking and muffled by the blanket but he knew Aldrick would understand him. It didn't take much to figure it out.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:28:55 GMT -5
"As lovely as that sounds I really do not feel like it now."
He frowned.
"Or ever. So if you could please stop for the next...forever. It would be greatly appreciated."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 3:30:06 GMT -5
"Maybe later."
...fuck. He was getting warm again.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:31:05 GMT -5
"You, my mentally fucked room mate, are a douche."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 3:34:59 GMT -5
He slipped him another thumbs up before shoving the blanket off onto the ground. He rolled over onto his side, back to him now.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:35:51 GMT -5
"Make up your mind."
He had decided on what to write his mother today.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 3:36:25 GMT -5
"On what?"
He didn't turn back to face him.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 3:36:50 GMT -5
"If you are cold or not."
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