Room 232, Wednesday afternoon

[unddann]

Lola was bored. Bored enough, in fact, to end up calling her mom, just to talk.

"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"

Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.

And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.

She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.

[ooc: door and post are open.]

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"They were books when I checked them out," Tony said. The fluffy cat slapped the black one in the face with one sheathed paw and flounced off to the corner of the desk to sulk.

[unddann]

Lola tilted her head as she watched the cats. "They were maybe a romance?"

[wantstodirect]

The black cat scattered tiny roses - Tony had no idea where they'd come from - all over the desk, approached the white one and rolled over submissively.

"Yeah," Tony said. "A couple of books by a friend of mine. The guy in the library told me that books were turning into kittens, so I wanted to try them out."

[unddann]

Lola laughed slightly. "So you knew they would not stay books."

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"Sort of," Tony said. "I didn't exactly believe him."

[unddann]

"Everything strange happens here. Why would he lie?"

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"They're books!" Tony said. "Familiar ones. I didn't think he was lying, but," he waved a hand at the kittens. The white one now nuzzled the black one. They seemed to have made up.

[unddann]

"They're very cute little books," Lola said. "Very fuzzy and melodramatic."

What? She was a teenager. She'd totally looked that word up more than once.

[wantstodirect]

"They are," Tony grinned. The black one leapt off the desk and started exploring the room. The white one flopped down in the center of the desk and moped.

[unddann]

"I think maybe I might try to read them, if they turn back into books."

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"They're pretty good, for romances," Tony said. "I got a couple more of them around here somewhere." The black kitten got into an epic battle with a shoe and emerged victorious.

[unddann]

Lola applauded the black kitten. "I would go and get some of the books I've read, but I think that they might try to burn down the dorm."

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"If my DVDs come to life, we're all in trouble," Tony said. The black kitten took the shoelace in its mouth and proudly dragged the shoe back to the desk. The fluffy kitten hopped off the desk and greeted the black kitten, then swooned again.

[unddann]

"There is a lot of swooning in your friend's romance."

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"Apparently the readers like that kind of thing," Tony said.

[unddann]

"I would like it better if maybe the boy were swooning."

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"I think he's too butch for that," Tony said.

[unddann]

"But it would be more of a surprise."

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"These kind of books aren't really into big surprises," Tony said.

[unddann]

"That's why they're foolish."

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Tony shrugged. He didn't exactly disagree, but he knew what Henry would say. "Some people find the familiarity comforting."

[unddann]

Lola snorted softly, then covered her mouth. "Are you one of those people?"

She didn't want to insult him.

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Tony's mouth twitched. "Do you think I'd be here if I was?"

[unddann]

Lola laughed. "Okay, that's a point."