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Summary: After-class study is interrupted by…. normal teenage stuff, gasp and shock.
Date: February 01, 2010
Log Title Study Hall
Rating: PG
Xavier Mansion — Library
Like most Libraries, this one has that respected quite hush about it. A desk to check out books sits next to the door, next to the desk sits a statue of an Orangutan with a sign saying Return your books or else. Row upon row of books goes up and down the room. In the middle of all the shelves are two computers for looking up titles and a group of tables for students to sit and study. Along the back wall are windows with padded window seating for students to read in quiet.
Late afternoon, and the Library remains mostly empty due to the general teenage mindset that having just gotten done with class, extra studying is something to be forced to do, rather than a voluntary exercise. There remain exceptions to every rule, though and the most current one is represented by a pile of books at one of the reading tables, blocking all but the very top of Rashmi's head from casual view. The only sounds from her table, the occasional turning of a page, the rapid skch-skch-skch of furious notetaking.
Normally, the little teen from Utah would never be found in a library, but that mostly has to do with the fact that she was home schooled and her parents don't have an actual library in their house. Why not try the whole study thing then? Right? Could the Dewey decimal system actually be that difficult to navigate? Taking a couple steps further into the room, Chezlie eyes begin to wander in amazement. Besides the one time she wandered into a Barnes and Noble, this has to be the second largest book collection she's ever seen.
Robyn comes into the library for a reason no one would guess, to find out information on football. Not just any football, but the Patriots. He's at one of the laptops just reading, confused by some of it but trying to figure things out. He prints a few things out and goes to get them, as he walks over he spots Rashmi and offers her a wave. "Hey Rash, how's it going?"
DarkForce can be seen coming from behind a few shelves. A few moments later, the fuzzy teen known as Owen Folger steps into view with a couple books in hand. He's dressed casually but seems down. He looks around with a sigh. When he hears a voice, he looks over and jumps. "Robyn," he greets, walking over.
Rashmi's head pops up from behind the stack of books at her table, turning a smile Robyn's way. "Hi, Robyn. Oh… All right, just doing some cramming. SATs, and all…" As Owen's voice registers, she trails off, glancing his way. "Oh, um… Owen, hey… Um… sorry for, you know… Hitting you. A lot. Hard."
Amidst the sounds of all the voices, the only one Chezlie recognizes is Rashmi's, so she's a little hesitant to take those steps towards the table she's camped at, but quickly shrugs it off as her feet begin to move her in their direction. "Hey Rashmi." She says in a hushed tone, adding a short wave to back up the greeting. She gives the other two brief smiles as her arms snake through each other and over her chest.
Waving at Owen, Robyn gathers the few pictues of Football players he's printed up. "Oh, you're taking those soon?" He's completely forgot about anything test related with everything that's going on. "Today was my first day back attending classes, the first day I could focus enough." He says sitting down next to Rashmi. "Oh hey Owen, I haven't seen you in a while, everything been okay." The new girl gets a small smile.
Owen moves to sit pretty close to Robyn but fights the urge to just pick him up and hug him. The new girl gets a wave from the fuzzy teen. "Howdy," he greets then pauses. Rashmi gets a few blinks before Owen shakes his head. "No…no don' worry about it. Ah should be apoogizin' tah you for what …that thin' tried tah do tah ya," he says, shiver running up his spine. "Ah've been…hidin'," he admits to Robyn, clearly ashamed. "Errr….define everythin'?"
Last ckass of the day! Study Hall time. Mike Dracos slips into the library. One would expect him to be being quiet, without a voice, and his rubber soloed feet are generally pretty quiet as well, so one would be correct. But as he slips through the door past an exiting student, he seems to be getting it down with his bad self, only less humiliatingly phrased. He's doing that odd little dance thing that people sometimes do when they are listening to headset music and don't care if other people see it. Of course, no headset shows.
He's wearing the obnoxious hot-rod-flame board shorts he sometimes wears, and in one steel-belted hand, has a list of books that he's supposed to search for specific literary metaphors. And no use of laptop. Manual research. How last-century.
And he is oblivious and still half-dancing when he backwards-shuffles while looking down at a low shelf, and bumps against Chezlie, then stands up and spins around. Oops. Facepalm.
Rashmi's brow furrows as Owen counter-apologizes, shaking her head and waving a negligently. "Oh, no no… It's okay. Well… sort of. I mean, it wasn't a picnic, but, you couldn't really do much to stop it, right?" Looking back to Robyn, the redhead chuckles. "Well, not *soon,* but I want to do as well as I can, so no sense putting it off anymore, right?" Which is about when Chezlie's hushed greeting registers, and a small wave is given to the new girl… Right as Mike bumps into her, prompting a startled squeak.
Out of all the things Chezlie expected to find in the library, the back end of a robot headed straight for her was definitely at the very bottom of the list, but hey, stranger things have probably happened in there, right? It wasn't the most forceful bump she could havereceived , but given the difference in their size and her complete oblivion to the situation, she still goes stumbling forward and barely catches her balance as she heads straight for the table hosting several stacks of books. "Whoa!" She says, standing herself up straight and turning around to see what was the cause of her sudden stumble. "Hey Mike."
Robyn waves to Mike as well and smiles. "Wow, I guess it's a party in here or something, heya Mike." He puts the papers in front of him and shrugs at Owen. "I guess life in general, just how are you doing and stuff." That's his defining everything. He then shurgs at Rashmi and smiles. "Well, I'm not really a study person, I'd rather be in the art room, you know. No huge surprise there. Then Chezlie gets offere a hand. "I don't think we've met, I'm Robyn."
Owen waves to Mike as well. "Howdy," he greets. He then looks to Rashmi and sighs. "No…Ah can' stop it. Ah still feel terrible about what happened tah ya, Jared, an' Mike though," he says. "It…hasn' been goin' well, Robyn. Not at all," he says softly. Down and depressed just doesn't suit Owen. "An' Ah'm Owen," he introduces himself after Robyn and offers his hand as well.
OK, everyone in the world saw him being a klutz. Mike mimes a despondent sigh, starts to play a sample, and his music blasts out WAY too loud IDLIKETOMAKEMYSELFBELIEVETHAT… mute. Facepalm again. This must be one of those "Awkward days" that he thought he wouldn't be having any more.
He pulls out his trusty post-it-note organizer, and flips out one of the well-worn notes. SORRY. MY BAD.
Rashmi frowns slightly at Owen, shaking her head. "It's okay, Owen… really. Look… can we call it even since I hit you so many tiiiIIEEEK!" Hunching over and clapping her hands over her ears as Mike's volume goes from mute to eleven, she peeks out from behind her stack of books once the noise cuts off, reading The robot student's trusty post-its and nodding in silent understanding.
Chezlie waves the apology off with a little gesture from her left hand. "Aw, don't worry about it Mike. Not like I ate it or anything." The little blond haired teen is in a good enough mood to justlaugh it off, which seems to almost always be the case with her. "Perhaps I'll take this as a sign to try to gain more weight so I'm not as easy to push around." Yeah, that would mean she'd have to gain about 200 more pounds. Probably not going to happen. Her attention is then moved towards the two she's yet to meet, taking both their hands and shaking them. "Name's Chezlie. Nice to meet'cha both." The words come out as chipper as her smile looks.
Looking at Chezlie then looking at himself, Robyn shrugs. "There isn't anything wrong with being too skinny. See." He says showing her his wrist tattoo that says 'thin as a dime.' He then winces as Mike goes 'too loud'. "Do you have a volume control Mike?" He says teasing before looking to Owen. "We've all had a rough week Owen, we're all dealing with this hell that is going on." Robyn's at least on the up from his downard spiral.
Owen cringes as Mike gets loud, clapping his hands over his ears. His hearing is enhanced enough to make that hurt a lot. "Mike…man," he groans a little. He gives a little 'don't worry about it' gesture and sighs. "Yeah, Rashmi. Ya'll hit a lot harder than it looks like ya can," he says, forcing a smile. He nods to Robyn and reaches over to give the teen a quick hug. "When did ya'll get that?" he asks about the tattoo.
Mike would "sorry" but right now he doesn't trust himself. He does an apology, shrug at Owen again, face not moving of course. Focus is on Robyn's Tattoo? Oh, now that's an effective diversion! He glances at Robyn's wrist, headlamp-eyes going on for a moment to give him a better view, and he looks up at Chezlie … He hands her a note and then starts checking the names of books on his list against Rashmi's stack, Bet she has all of 'em.
Rashmi blinks, scooting slightly to one side as Mike inspects her stack. Leaning back, she spares a look at Mike's list… and starts sorting through her stack for him, pulling out three of the thicker books in her pile. "Nnf… here you are… Hey, um, Owen? Seriously, it's okay."
Chezlie's eyes light up as Robyn shows his wrist tattoo to her. "Oh, you got a tattoo too? That's awesome. Wasn't sure if I'd be the only one." Wait? Isn't she only 16? How the hell did she end up with a tattoo already? "Oh, and I was just joking about gaining weight. I'm just fine with myself as is." There's an offered toothy grin just to let everyone know she's serious. She then takes the note handed to her from Mike, reads it and then shoves it down into the left pocket at the front of her jeans. "Consider it done Mike." She says with the sort of chuckle that makes you wonder if she's planning something already."I think I'm getting mine tomorrow."
Robyn is sixteen as well so he's also a bit young. "I've had it since I..ooof." He says as Owen gets him in a side hug and he pats Owen's arm in return. "I got them for my sixteenth birthday before I came here. I'm gonna get another one for this years birthday but I have to wait until eveything calms down since my birthday was last week. And Rashmi, I've been getting a good use out of those books, and not just as something to hold my cello up." He says teasing as he's actually been reading them.
Owen seems reluctant to pull away from Robyn but does anyway. "If ya say so, Rashmi," he gives in, leaning back a bit in his chair. "Man…Ah gotta pay more attention. Never noticed that tattoo before," he admits. "An happy birthday, Robyn. Sorry Ah missed it," he adds, planning to buy something for Robyn soon. The fuzzy young man goes otherwise quiet, just watching and listening.
From the postit-archive, "Sankyuu" and a japanese-character equivalent next to it, presented to Rashmi, and Mike begins flipping rapidly through the first one to reach the section where the assignment says to look. OH BOZHEMOI! This is Dostoyevski. How is anyone supposed to tell the metaphors from the hot air?
He would probably flinch at that promise from Chezlie except they didn't actually SEE each others' powers on Saturday, so he doesn't yet know that he should be terrified. And Robyn's conversation is much more interesting than old dead russians. And at Owen's Robyn-pouncing hug, he thinks to himself, Oh, so Jerry wasn't an aberration, there ARE guys who like to hug that much. Good. And Robyn had a birthday? And Mike missed it? Oops.
Rashmi leans back in her chair, chuckling at Mike as she scribbles some final notes down, closing the heavy maths text in front of her. "I'm glad to hear that, Robyn. Which book are you on, by the way?"
Chezlie continues to nod and smile while she watches Robyn get practically tackled by Owen. "That's really cool. I got mine about a year ago. Wasn't my choice really, but I've come to really like it." Out of the corner of her eye, she watches as Rashmi helps Mike find some of the books that happen to coincide between his list and her many, many stacks. She turns her head just enough so Mike can see the wink she aims in his direction. There's probably nothing to really fear about her powers, right? "Got any ideas of what you're going to get this time around?" There's something she definitely feels like she's forgetting.Then it hits her like lightning. "Oh, and happy birthday."
Robyn shrugs and smiles. "Don't worry about missing it Owen, I kinda…tried to run away that day." He says sheepishly as it was Jono who dragged him back. "I'm on Lion, Witch and the Wardobe, not to far but they're good so far." He says smiling at Chezlie. "I'm getting Jack Skellington. I…kind of has an obsession with anything Tim Burton." He says chuckling. "But you were right Rashmi, I really do like them. AGain, it means a lot that you gave that to me."
Owen gives Robyn a hard look. "Ya tried tah run away?" he asks softly. A sigh escapes him and he slumps a little. The fuzzy teen hides his face with a hand for a moment and then forces his smile back. "Lion, Witch, an' Wardrobe…man, Ah remember that book. Been years since Ah read it though…" he trails off, smiling at the memory of simpler times.
Mike smiles inside where it doesn't show, but hey, someday he'll figure out a way to express himself in more than a smilie-sticker stuck to his face. Ah, Skellington. Wait. Oh right, Robyn had all those Tim Burton things in his room but Mike hasn't yet had the chance to do the Full Tour and see the sculptures.
He catches that wink from Chezlie and now he IS starting to worry. Fortunately, no sweat, literally, not even an anime sweatdrop.
He diverts himself by looking over at Owen. He's fuzzy. Geez, he looks like that anime character… will figure it out in a minute… think think think not getting homework done think think.
Rashmi grins widely. "Well.. that's why I gave them to you after all… I'm really glad you like them Robyn, thank you." As Owen attempts, poorly, to stop looking depress, Rashmi gives the boy a sympathetic look. "It's been… pretty hard on everyone all around, Owen. But it'll be okay."
There's a blank stare coming from Chezlie at the mention of Jack Skellington as well as Tim Burton, but she's not about to ask who either of them are, not wanting to bother anyone with her pop-culture naive self. So she turns her attention to Mike and decides it might be best to mess with him just a little bit more; eyes narrowing in on the robot as both brows begin to scrunch up and push almost towards each other. It's a pretty pathetic scowl, and doesn't last too long before she busts out laughing. "Don't worry Mike, I won't hurt you too bad."
Robyn stands up and smiles. "I'm gonna be working on something for you soon Rashmi." He says grinning like a cheshire cat. "Like Rashmi said Owen, things have been pretty hard on everyone lately. You just have to lean on your friends and have that thing called 'hope' right?" He says putting an arm around Rashmi and it's hard to tell if he's being serious or teasing her in a friendly kind of way. "I gotta head out now though, it was good seeing you again Mike and it was nice meeting Chezlie, you'll have to show me your tattoos sometime too." He says before taking his pictures and heading out of the library.
Lucas leans his head into the library, looking around. He spots what he was seeking, and enters, heading over to Rashmi. He has giant red insulated gloves on each of his hands, but in one is a small collection of carnations, hand picked. He marches right up to her, and if she doesn't protest, wraps his free hand around the back of her head, and pulls her into a nice, healthy kiss on the lips, before pulling away, smiling, and lifting the flowers up to her.
Owen nods. "Yeah…yeah. Ah know," he says. "Jus' gotta lean on mah friends…" he trails off. "See ya'll later, Robyn," he says, waving a bit. Chezlie gets an odd look. "Ya'll aren' supposed tah be tryin' tah hurt your teammates, ya know?" he's just making sure. Lucas marching in and pulling off his romantic display gets an arched brow from Owen. "Ain' you a lucky one?" he teases. Noticing Mike, he looks over quizzically.
Mike waves to Robyn, then having been distracted by movement as the once and future sculptor left the table, he returns to trying to get any kind of a hint of … oh, right, there's one. Metaphor. Right there. Scribble scribble. He looks up at the others briefly and smiles where it doesn't show and moves on to the next one, so he misses the approach, but Lucas' glomping of Rashmi is enough to distract him. Huh. Well, isn't she just the totally melted caramel outside. And isn't Mike lucky you aren't all telepathic.
Rashmi chuckles as Robyn hugs her briefly. "Oh, you don't have to worry about it, really. And my birthday's not for months ye— Oh! Hi, Lucas!" she chirps as the blond pokes his head in, tilting her head at the flowers in his hand. "What are those foMMMPH…" Her eyes are wide as Lucas plants one on her lips, sagging against his hand, and when he breaks away, regards the carnations with glazed eyes, taking them as though half-asleep. "….Hi…. Sit." The chair next to her is nudged with a foot, the rest of the world pretty well hazed over at the moment.
Lucas smiles, it's a wide, toothy, dimple laden grin that might make a gal melt (or Mike). He shakes his head a little, "Nope. Ah'm goin' 'fore Ah mess it up," he says, with his friendly, southern drawl. "And if'n anyone asks, Ah have no idea who picked the flowers from the landscapin' round the fountain." He winks, kisses her once more quick on the mouth, and turns to go.
"Definitely Robyn! It'll work out for the best too, because I'm not sure if the library is the best place to be showing it." Well doesn't that sound a bit odd? "See you later." She waves the teen off before Owen grabs her full attention. "Oh, I know. I'm just kind of messing with Mike, you know? He's really the only other person I know in our squad, so I guess he's the one I'm going to have to tease for now." Not to mention he's nearly three times her weight and several inches over her. What could little old Chezlie do? Like the rest of the teens, she's also distracted by the quick public display brought on by Lucas and an unexpecting Rashmi. Thankfully, she is not a telepath.
Owen nods to Chezlie. "What squad ya'll on anyway?" he asks curiously. Lucas gets a similar curious look due to his accent. "Nice knowin' Ah'm not the only guy with southern charm around," he jokes. "Don' be messin' with the flowers or Storm'll have your hide," he teases.
OH WAIT WHAT? Rebooting… Mike shakes his head a little to clear it. What the heck, Lucas, how did you fit so many teeth and dimples into the same area, it's like a teen magazine just erupted. Again, good thing nobody's a telepath. Mike looks over to Owen and Chezlie, and gestures at the retreating Lucas with an attempted "HOW DOES HE DO THAT?. Which he then quickly writes on a post-it and slaps onto his chest. That's gonna go in the permanent stack most likely. And on a second post-it "that was the social equivalent of my accidental radio-turned-to-11," which he also puts out into the self-as-local-twitter stack. Unfortunately he's within orbing range of the hopefully too-stunned-to-notice Rashmi. And he's pulling a third post-it off and placing it, "EXCELSIOR!" should she decide to do that. Or y'know, the Longsuffering DeathGaze.
Rashmi, pay attention? Not on your life, she just got flowers and spontaneous kisses and and and… "Oh," she manages, actually pouting outright, still somewhat dazed. "Okay…. see you soon?" Mike's commentary, probably luckily for him, passes by completely unnoticed. Perhaps she's blinded by the teeth and dimples…
Lucas just raises his hand in a wave. "Ah ain't ascared of Storm," he jokes, glancing back at Owen. He then turns back and continues out the door. "Night, Love." And he's gone.
Luckily for Chezlie, the name of her squad is firmly planted onto Mike's chest via the third and final sticky note, a name she's been having a difficult time remembering. So in response to Owen's question, the little teen simply points a crooked finger towards the note, holding all urges to give him a little tap on the chest to see if it would cause the same sound as a hollow tube would. There would have been no punches held if the note was stuck to his head. Darn. "Yeah, what he wrote down."
Owen shakes his head. "Rashmi…ya'll are lucky," he repeats. The post-its are read off Mike's chest and Owen laughs. "Trade secret, Mike. Only us guys from below the Mason-Dixon get tah know the secret," he teases with a wink. "Huh. Ah'm over on the Corsairs…thinkin' Ah'll be leavin' 'em soon though."
The robot would give Owen such a look if his face would cooperate. After all, at least PART of his upbringing was in the South, but, at heart, er, gas-pump, he's a western kid.
He angles his head at the announcement of departure, pulls out a standard and replaces his current display. ORLY? WHY?
Rashmi settles back in her chair, bringing the flowers to her nose for a deep sniff. "Yeah… Yeah I am kinda lucky, aren't I…?" Oh yes, she's quite gone.
That makes two kids in the library that associate themselves with the west, though were Chezlie grew up would probably seem only alien to any other denizen of that half of the country. This realization has been a slow, slow process for the little Utah teen. She shrugs her shoulders, keeping her focus mostly on Owen. "So, what wrong with your squad then? If you want to leave 'em and all."
Owen shrugs. "Gonna be graduatin' soon. Thinkin' Ah'll ask tah get promoted up tah X-force. Mah not be aimin' tah be a hero but Ah wanna earn mah keep while Ah'm learnin' up here…" he trails off. "Nothin' wron' with the Corsairs 'cept we all look bad in yellow an' white," he laughs.
Mike writes emphatically. CREAMSICLE. WE ARE THE CREAMSICLE TEAM. He also writes on a second note, "and it clashes with my pinstripes so I had to do the full coverage. Unless I was gonna do inter-squad vs. Paragons … would stun Mr. Baubier, advantage us." That sounds almost Dallas-like in its insane dedication to competition. IF it were serious.
Rashmi blinks quietly, looking up and around. There's a deep flush on her cheeks as she seems to finally snap back to herself. "…Um. ….Right…. So um…" Shaking her head, she peers at the postits on Mike's chest. "….Hey. At least the orange doesn't nearly hurt the eyes so much…"
Chezlie tosses a palm straight up to her forehead, letting the 'plop' sound resonate throughout the library. She keeps it there while shaking her head in what appears to be disgust. "Uh, don't remind me! Going to find out tomorrow what I look like in one of those horrendously orange - things…" Hand is removed, but a little red and fast fading imprint remains.
Owen chuckles. "Ya'll know ya can customize the uniforms as lon' as ya keep the colors, right?" he asks. His has no sleeves and an added hood after all.
An almost-impatient-seeming Mike pulls a swath of creamsicle-orange the size of a handkerchief out of his pocket. Yes, he did snag a bit of the stuff to use as a polishing rag. Unstable Molecules, better than microfiber. He places it adjacent to his cherry-red pinstriping. The two colors immediately begin the chromatic equivalent of a catfight. "HENCE," he writes, "FULL-BODY COVERAGE."
Rashmi winces, tearing her eyes away from the pulsing color-battle. "…Ow… yeah, that makes sense…" Pausing, she looks up at Owen, brow furrowing. "…Wait, customize…? I thought they were just like, weird gym clothes?"
The little teen from Utah practically doubles over from laughter, not able to look at the clashing combination of colors between the squad uniform and Mike's pinstripe. "Aw man, that is pretty bad!" Once she finally begins to loose the fit and starts to catch her breath, Chezlie offers up the robot kid a brief shrug. "Sorry Mike, but you're right, that is pretty awful." Her head shakes from side to side as she turns towards Owen, "Yeah, they're customizing mine, which is why I didn't get it right away. Can't have anything covering my back, sort of messes with my powers." The thought of what her uniform is going to look like quickly turns the teen sullen. "I'm terrified as to what it'll look like."
Owen nods to what Chezlie says. "Ya'll can change the pattern an' such. An' the cut an' style an' all that," he goes on. He ignores the color war, preffering his eyes unharmed.
An attack of mischief overwhelms Mike's good sense, not that he's doing to well on that front tonight anyway, and he writes, "Strapless evening gown?" Of course after the demonstration he has returned the polishing cloth (color swatch) to his pocket. He'll probably have to return it, of course.
The hand holding the flowers drops slightly at Mike's latest note, Rashmi's eyes widening. "…Okay Mike, you're a nice kid and a great friend but never ever say those words about yourself ever again ever, okay?"
There's an almost subtlety to Chezlie's eye roll as she gives the giant Robot a playful shove, one that wouldn't even come close to moving his mass should he weight what a normal flesh and bone teen would. "Really? Strapless evening gown? Now I think I owe you another tomorrow." She tries to emphasize the words while menacingly shaking her fist at Mike, but it really just comes out looking quite comical.
Owen shakes his head. "Mike. Stick tah men's clothes. While Ah'm all for showin' skin, guys should dress like guys," he says simply. "Besides. A gown'd be a terrible uniform."
Mike facepalms. CLUNK. HE writes, "NO I MEANT FOR HER … HEY!" He sulks, armes crossed. Of course the mona-lisa-bot smile rather throws off the effect.
Rashmi blinks quietly, an eyebrow raising. "Um… Which, um… which 'Her,' Mike?" Almost pointedly, she brings the flowers back up to her nose.
"I'm pretty sure he meant me." The vocalization is quickly followed by a sneer that doesn't last more than one second as it's quickly overcome by a tooth filled smile. Then out of know where and unable to contain it, a loud and overbearing yawn slips through barely open lips, yanking them wide open to allow for the noise to pass. "Awwww… boy am I tired." Chezlie says, shaking her head while balling up both hands to rub at her eyes. "Plus I gotta get up early for the danger room session, so I best be heading off. Nice seeing all of you." She says, then turns to face Owen. "And it was nice meeting you." The words aren't allowed any time to breath before the little teen turns towards the door leading from the library and walking through it.
Owen waves as Chezlie goes. "Nice meetin' you too," he says. "So. Whatcha got planned for the night?" he asks Rashmi and Mike.
Abandoning the "sulking" pose, which never worked on Mom either, Mike just writes down, "If she has to keep her back uncovered for her power to work, then she could totally do the urban ninja thing, you know, like that one Lara Cruft at the ballroom scene where she had to … wait, nevermind. She'd have to do something like pulling a bunch of weapons out of nowhere for that."
He pokes at Rashmi with one fingertip, but pulls it back before it makes contact, at Owen's question.
"Dunno. Kinda did my homework" (no you didn't) "and dnager Oom is not until tomorrow evening, hope she doesn't show up at 6am."
Rashmi's lips turn upward at the corners, a quiet chuckle given to Mike. "I don't know," she says in response to Owen's question. "I was going to study… but," she amends, looking down at the flowers, "I… think that got pretty well derailed…"
Owen chuckles and nods. "Good plans all around then," he says. The teen stretches and looks around. "Suppose Ah'm gonna hit the gym awhile."
Mike writes, "Have fun. I miss the gym."
Rashmi nods. "Take care, Owen… Talk to you later, okay? And, um, Mike? What *was* your homework supposed to be, anyway?"
