Rm 217, late Monday afternoon

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Johnny didn't have any classes till Thursday which meant he could totally take advantage of his free time.

So, sitting behind the cheap set of drums he purchased, he was banging away, actually sounding pretty good. And when he really got into it, he lit the drumsticks Reed made for him, on fire, and wasn't that so freaking awesome! Chad would be proud of his progress, Johnny thought.

The door was wide open.

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Adah, still sitting where she'd been at the center of the room, on the floor with her bad leg tucked underneath her at an angle that would probably cause anyone else an incredible amount of pain, glanced up from where she had been contritely and placidly petting Pride's head. Pride didn't look happy, if only because he knew those pets were plotting pets. She looked innocently up at the Modern Prometheus and tried her damnedest not to smile for the fact that he did have the common decency to bring her books.

Now if only he'd have the common decency to be more considerate of the other people on his floor.

"You could have at least," she said quietly, "closed the door."

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Johnny hadn't thought about closing the door so he gave Adah a very meaningful D'uh expression.

"...and your first Post-It note couldn't have said that very thing?" He barely glanced at her bunny, thinking Destiny would love to have a chance to chase it. He also took a split second to wonder how in the hell Adah could sit like that. But girls and their flexibility...

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...or their utter and complete lack of feeling in sensation in certain limbs. Adah's smile grew a little, dropping some of its false innocence, and she shrug a shoulder. She supposed it could have, yes, but there was no enjoyment in that, and, hey, the Modern Prometheus should feel enlightened to have two (or three depending on your perspective) random pieces of general wisdom just thrown at him today. Not everyone could consider themselves so enlightened.

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Eh, yeah, like Johnny remembered a word of what he'd read. Even worse, or better, considering who you asked, understood it.

He did get that smile of hers and figured she did nothing more than amuse herself at his expense. He shook his finger at her, lighting the tips just to amuse himself. "Funny girl. Ha ha. Your books," he said, stepping in and setting them down on the floor beside her. "I imgaine those words within won't mean much if their burnt to a crisp."

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Throwing them into the Prometheous' room to begin with ran the risk of them not being returned, and she wasn't so stupid that she'd throw any books she actually really liked, so the threat was mostly empty. What she'd had, she'd already read, and what she'd already read, she'd mostly maintained, and it just gave her an excuse to buy more to fill in the gaps on the shelf that their parched spines would create. Less to pack in a couple of months, anyway, so she just idly shrugged her good shoulder again, and put most of her attention back on her rabbit.

So long as he closed the door, she would close hers as well, the sound would be muted, and she'd had gotten what she'd wanted out of him and it could be let alone.

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"Hmmph," he muttered and saunted off back across the hall to his own room where he promptly sat back down behind his drumset.

Staring at his open door, he grinned and beat on his drums for five seconds before he laughed and tossed a ball at it, knocking it closed.