"I've been here a couple of days," Thoreau said, abandoning the game he'd been playing, since Rooney was glaring at his skeleton friend anyway. "They pretty much won't let me go to my room. I'm supposed to socialize."
He rolled his eyes, leaning against Rooney a little. At least they could still be fucked up together, right? "I'm mad at Pyxis. It's her fault we're up here. She told."
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