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Third Floor Common Room, very late at night
Popcorn. Which wasn't macho, but wasn't anti-macho. Cheez whiz. Which was just fun to say. Doritos! And cult movies. Dinah was really not up to sleeping yet, so she and Priestly were hanging out in the common room, doing manly things. After a day including getting hit on by Tony and discussing girly stuff with boy Francine, and comforting Karla-boy, it was necessary.

Currently she was trying to burp Priestly's name without success. Give her a minute and more Mountain Dew, though.

[thread for the mohawk guy, but open to others]

Priestly laughed. "Is it big? Are you totally hung?"

"PRIESTLY!" Dinah fell off the couch laughing and trying not to get too loud. "...God, worse than Tony...."

Aaaand Dinah had to nod confirmation there, turning bright red and holding her sides.

Priestly was about ready to fall over, too. "Dinah! That's awesome!" He held up his fist. "Gimme some love!"

Dinah responded by pounding her fist onto his, then collapsing with her hands over her face onto the couch, still laughing helplessly.

"...should've known Layla was wrong about something..."

Priestly reached out to pat her on the back. "You mean other than my parking space?"

"Yeah, other than that." Dinah snickered, got her breath back, and sighed, head against the cushions on the couch. "A detective came by, looking for Edward today. I told her what Layla told us." Dinah looked bummed for a minute, and said, "You think he's okay, fighting trolls?"

"Why . . . was a detective looking for Edward? And, yeah, I pretty much figure that guy's always okay."

"Somebody reported him missing. Himura too. I was kind of hoping it was something more than that, but..." She shrugged, ate another mouthful of popcorn, and finally said. "Yeah. That was his superpower, kinda. Always being okay."

"Or, like, not noticing when he wasn't." Priestly shook his head. "I wonder who reported him? Did you tell the detective where he went, so they could tell the person?"

"Yeah. I told him-- her, I mean. Weird day. Anyway, I told her about his home, and his stepmom, and what Layla said. The detective said they couldn't do anything about it from here, but to call if I heard anything." She frowned. "I wonder how she got my name...?"

"Whoever reported it must've known you were friends." Priestly stifled a yawn. "I'm not sure how we'd hear about it if anything changed for him, though."

"Yeah, did you read that thing, in the newspaper last week?" Dinah climbed back up on the couch, and stuck a pillow under her head, half-watching Bruce take on more fight schools. "That was... annoying. Sorta. But right. About how after we leave here, we might get stuck somewhere, away from people." She frowned, eyes half-lidded. "Just depend on yourself. It sucks."

Priestly scowled. "Dude, that would totally freaking suck." He leaned a little against Dinah without really thinking about it, and the next thing he knew, his head was on her shoulder.

Fun with her newfound tallness.

Eh, whatever, it was comfy.

"S'like a tease, man. Just . . . island bein' mean. You get to meet people and then you get cut off? Lame."

"Superlame. Way lame. Mondo lame." Dinah yawned, settling back into the couch, and slinging and tilting her head against the top of Priestly's. Also, taking a moment to be secure enough in her... whatever, that she could just do that. Heh.

"But you're gonna come back to New Gotham with me, sometime. An' I'm going to Santa Cruuuuz."

Priestly snickered softly. "Santa Cruuuuuz," he repeated. "'Sawesome, you'll love it." He didn't try to stifle his yawn this time. His hair was getting all bent every which way by Dinah's head, but if she didn't mind, he sure as hell didn't. "You c'n meet Trucker."

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