Room 317, Saturday evening

[notmyownage]

Claudia had managed to lose her little stalker twice during the day -- but Stan was nothing if not persistent, and he managed to follow her all the way back to the dorms, where she proceeded to try to ignore him while he puttered about with her stuff, giving her tools a whir and basically pressing as many buttons as possible.

It was what he did.

"Geez, stop fidgeting," Claudia said finally. "Just . . . go online, or something."

It might be a long weekend.

[ooc: primarily for the kid, but the door and room are totally open.]

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"IIIII don't think I'm s'posed to tell you anything else."

[notmyownage]

"Too bad! Spill!"

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Stan swallowed. Timelines were delicate things. His dad had told him that a million times. Even if it was the reason Dad was head of GD and he'd met Mom and Stan existed at all, he could end up changing everything and then Mr. Carter would be, like, married to Jo and Myka would be an assassin out to kill Mrs. Frederick and Vincent would never make him special chicken nuggets again.

He sat down on the floor and looked up at his mom with his biggest, most innocent look ever, the one that got even Mr. Carter to sigh and forgive him for whatever he'd just messed up.

[notmyownage]

Claudia groaned. "Oh crap, that's totally my innocent face. Let me guess, you don't want to create any paradoxes?"

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Stan nodded. He mimed buttoning his lips.

The silence lasted all of, oh, five seconds.

"Do you have any cookies?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia heaved a long suffering sigh, then dug out one of her muffins from J,GoB, and tossed it to him.

"Here, kid. If you got any of my metabolism, you've been wanting to ask that all day."

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"Banana nut. Good choice. Dad says you need more potassium."