Room 322, Thursday Midday

[living_endless]

Didi had spent some time this morning talking to her fish as she cleaned and rearranged their tank. Either she was a little bored, or they had seen fascinating things during the gremlin invasion. It might have been both.

Once she'd gotten all of the conversation out of Slim and Wandsworth that a girl could expect (and a bit more), she flopped down on her bed and started watching a DVD of the movie from class yesterday. She hadn't seen it all the way through, and Scottish Accent Guy was hot.

The door to her room was open a crack so she could see people in the hall.

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"Do mermaids smell of fish?"

That wasn't a pertinent question, Jacob. Keep up. "I'll leave him be," he said, which took a lot. "But that doesn't mean I have to like him. Or trust him."

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"They smell like the ocean," Didi told him, irrelevantly. "And we aren't talking about liking or trusting, just ... live and let live."

He'd only been in Fandom a month. Live and let live was plenty.

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"As long as they don't break those rules," he said firmly.

She wasn't going to turn him into a pacifist. No matter how long her stayed there.

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Didi rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Okay."

She was considering other conditions, ways for him to check himself, all of that. But Jacob was young, and he was angry, and there was no need for her to lecture him about something that would, likely, never happen,

"That's all I can ask."

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Jacob nodded. He'd be grateful to avoid any sort of lecture. "So are we going to watch this flick or what?" he asked, jerking his head towards the television.