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Grigory Williamson (arollofthedice) wrote in inpoormerit,

Gor had barely glanced up when Riff had entered. He had superb concentration, particularly when it came to his games. Being able to ignore the other loud-mouthed idiots in his class had often been more of a blessing than a hindrance, and he was exercising that talent now.

His table was near enough to the kitchen to hear Riff's footsteps on the tiled floor -- not to mention her exclamation of frustration. Yet, somehow, he was oblivious to the entire event.

As his eyes followed the lines of words on the page, the teenaged boy lifted the can of 7-Up to his mouth, surprised to find it empty. He gave the can a look of surprised disgust, then set it down and rose to find a second can in the fridge. He had to give it to their captors: at least this place was well-stocked.

In the kitchen and as distracted as Gor was (he was thinking about a way to convert the rules he had just read to a point system), he scarcely glanced at the figure with the shaved-head. Assuming it to be a guy (and, in fact, scarcely giving it a thought) he offered, "There's some soup in the pot." And then his head was in the fridge, searching for a second soda.