“We finished exams yesterday,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when Tiberius started making out with a pillow. “I think it’s illegal to kill my roommate. Can you make sure I’m right about that?”
“Definitively. On the other hand, I’m not above, say, rendering him impotent for a week. Or maybe irrationally afraid of girls.” Summer snickered. “What’s he doing? What are you doing?”
“He’s making out with a pillow and pointing at me,” he replied, flinging a pen at his head and shooting him the bird. “I’d move, but the fucker would follow me.” Tony coughed slightly and felt a pen collide with the back of his head. “I’m currently having pens thrown at me.”
“Unfair, unfair. You should throw him out of the room; don’t you give him private time? Trade on that,” she suggested. “Though I don’t expect there’s much for him to hear, just now. It’s not as though we’re saying anything interesting.”