Room 322, Thursday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders was ... tired, mostly. Just tired. He halfway wanted to rewind time two months and make different choices so he wouldn't have to care so much about what Kathy was doing.

He couldn't rewind time, but he could pretend nothing was wrong. Which was why the afternoon found him at his desk, scrawling away at the latest revisions to what was rapidly becoming a book-length treatise on mage rights. That was more important than anything happening in Los Angeles, anyhow.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Pretending nothing was wrong - with the occasional upsurge of anger - was pretty much Dante's speed about so many things. Kathy was just another thing to add to the list.

He'd left the room largely to pick up some new booze to hide under the bed. If he'd picked up an extra bottle just for Anders, well, he wasn't going to say so-- but he entered the room with three of them in his arms none the less, elbowing the door as he went.

"Didn't think we got that much homework," he said.

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka was tired.

She'd had her own conversation with Kathy yesterday and, while she was pretty confused about what the important thing that Kathy needed to stay home and do was, Kathy had agreed that Alluka's idea to help was very nice.

Which had necessitated a conference with all her toys, that had lasted all night until they'd come to a consensus.

And then there'd been crying, because Alluka hadn't liked their decision, but it was wrong to make them change their minds when everyone else agreed.

Alluka showed up at Anders' door clinging to not one, but two of her toys. She knocked on partly open door and looked down at her toys.

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