Vanishing in figures.

I'm not a pantysniffer. I'm not a pervert.

When do I become this... superhero?

Silence is a friend.
Simon Bellamy forhisfriends
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Room 230, Tuesday Afternoon
In an... ununexpected turn of events, Simon was spending his afternoon by the computer, at his desk. Playing some random flash game he'd stumbled upon and couldn't seem to quit playing. Oh well. His classes were done for the week and he figured his run could wait until later.

He hadn't been out yet, so he didn't know whether the ill-advised campaign sign he'd helped hang up yesterday was still there. He had a feeling Wesley might have asked for it to be taken down since he wasn't even supposed to be running.

But that was none of his concern, really. So he was playing.

[ooc: Posted for that one girl who knows who she is, but open, sure!]

Simon had disappeared like a ninjaaa when Wes started getting pouty, and Kenzi wasn't sure if he'd realized he'd missed out on the fries and rings.

So, if he wouldn't come to the food, the food would come to him. She started out knocking on his door, humming.

"Yes?" Simon called out, pausing the game and turning towards the door in his chair. "The door's open."

Kenzi poked it open further, and held up her offering. "I come bearing fried goods and gratitude!" Yay!

"Oh," Simon said. "I... I'd forgotten about that."

You know, while he'd been fleeing the scene like a ninja made of awkward.

Kenzi loped in, taking one of the rings and nibbling on it before perching on the nearest surface. "I have ranch dressing, and some honey mustard. No idea what you Brits like best. You left too fast," she said, just a little reproachful.

"You lied to me," Simon replied mildly. He'd been lied to worse, so he wasn't too upset, but a lie was a lie. "And I didn't want to... interfere in your conversation with Wesley."

Kenzi put the food down and nudged it toward him. "Yeah, I kinda... exaggerated there. Wishful thinking? Hyperbole?" She tilted her head. "I do that sometimes. Reflex. I said that during class, remember?"

"There were a lot of things, in class." He paid attention, but he couldn't remember everything. Mostly, he was just implying it wasn't a great excuse.

But he reached for an onion ring. "Was he upset?"

"Middling. Although he's gone and messed up the whole thing by being Quinn's ally." Seriously. Where were Wes's priorities? She took another fry, and then said, "Sorry. I wasn't playing a trick on you. Just Quinn and Wes, kinda. I should've asked if you wanted in before, hunh?"

"Yes." That much he was certain off. "I don't like being tricked."

But again, he'd been tricked much, much worse.

"Fair enough," Kenzi said, and pointed at one of the little cups. "Honey mustard!" See, she was sorry! Which was not exactly saying she wouldn't do it again, but... there was hope?

"Yes," Simon repeated. Yes, that was indeed honey mustard. He dipped a chip in it, so maybe that was like... accepting that she was like she was, or something. "Is the sign still there?"

"Last I checked." She nibbled happily. "Of course, that doesn't mean Wes hasn't gotten a fit of too much good taste and pulled it down by now." She sighed. "Did they have Student Council crap like this at your last school?"

"No," Simon replied, shaking his head. "I don't think so." Though he'd generally been a bit busy just keeping his head down and trying not to catch any bullies' attention. "Definitely not as... actively as here."

"I don't get it," Kenzi muttered, reaching for another fry. "Should've brought ketchup... I mean, I get that it's good for the college types. But I don't get why. It's party-planning. Although I guess Wes wants to raise money for abused kids, which is cool."

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