Library, Sunday

[rebelseekspizza]

"So... where are the eggheads?"

Dante'd been fighting something out of a Japanese schoolgirl's nightmare out there. He'd been hoping someone was close to a solution. Instead the door was still closed, and... "Eight AM. I stayed up fighting shit until eight AM."

He nudged against the door and found it open. "'Kay then," he said, wandering inside. "Maybe there's some eggheads after all."

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Re: Research!

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

Kuzco made a face. "I'm not eating paper. Think there's a sandwich here somewhere? I'm not going outside again. Pretty sure I saw a octopus in a tree and that's just not right."

Re: Research!

[era_two_triangle]

"... I don't know what a sandwich is. Or an octopus," Peridot shared. "There's... coffee? I think?"

There was always coffee. She never drank it. But it was there.

Re: Research!

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Oooh," Kuzco said. "I don't have to share or anything, right?"

Re: Research!

[era_two_triangle]

"Well, I don't want any."

So Peridot really couldn't care less if Kuzco hoarded all the coffee to himself. He'd be the one dealing with the fallout, though.

She was such a great big sib.

Re: Research!

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"Great," Kuzco said, wandering over to the coffee pot.

...and that was a llama drinking straight from it. How classy, Kuzco.