for 1701cmo louder than sirens, louder than bells

[punch_it]

She's seen legitimate slime molds less impressive than whatever was on the inside of the cup she found half-hidden under Bones bed. There were kids in science labs across the campus that would kill to take a swab of the purple-green gunk if they knew it existed. She placed it on top of the ketchup streaked plate and misplaced spoon she'd found on her way in here to bring back to their small, cramped kitchen. On the way by she lobbed a pair of balled up black socks at the back of Len's head where he'd been sleeping on the sofa.

This wasn't completely unusual. They took turns being bad humans. Somewhere, Jane had drafted a schedule that indicated which week was her turn and which was his based on exams, simulations and work and right now Bones was smack dab in the middle of a two week shame spiral.

Hence her being on cleaning duty and properly awake and sober at unreasonable hours.

"Don't you have clinic duty today?"

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[punch_it]

"I'm going to be the bigger person and not even ask why."

She slaps him on the back and bounces back to her feet to go fetch him something that's 'not roast beef'. She fusses at the replicator for a minute, because ugh, shopping for real food, who has time for that? And finally settles on something basic.

And not roast beef.

The bowl of soup is hot, but smells fucking amazing and she thinks she might have to take some with her when she leaves for class if only to avoid hunger pangs.

"Soups on," she calls, snickering to herself, setting the bowl on the table with a thunk. "It's hot. I'm not carrying it any farther. Get your ass in here, Bones, before I eat it."

[1701cmo]

Some senior cadet's stupid prank. Nothing but roast beef sandwiches out of the clinic replicators for three days. If Leonard ever gets his hands on that punk-

This time the coffee sloshes over the edge of his mug as she bounds from the couch. He hisses as the hot liquid hits his skin, swearing under his breath. He drags his sorry self up, into the kitchenette, and drops himself into the chair in front of the soup.

Jane is way over the top energetic. Maybe it just seems that way due to his complete lack of enthusiasm for being awake. Then again, maybe she's excited for a reason. "That wouldn't be the same professor who said you were full of shit, would it?"