Running from Reality

[Andy Moreau]

"Wait, is that it?" Andy took it and stretched it out between his hands. "I thought it was supposed to fit your whole d~..." He picked up the instructions from where they'd fallen in the grass. Yeah, it was definitely supposed to be bigger. Unless... "I mean like, if you... I mean... it's okay if..." His face turned red and started twisting the thing around. He wondered how strong it was.

[Samson Callahan Koster]

Samson eyed it uncertainly. "They're called rubbers, though, so they're stretchy," he reasoned. "So I guess it doesn't matter." It was difficult to compare the size with memory. Then he realized what he was thinking about while sitting with someone else, and that flush turned a deep red again. "Maybe washing it messed something up."

[Andy Moreau]

Andy looked at the thing quizzically. "Maybe," he said. Then he shrugged and brought the open end to his mouth. "Let's see how big it gets!" He had trouble at first due to laughter, then made a huge show of being the badass one who wasn't afraid of the damn thing.

[Samson Callahan Koster]

Well, that gave an entirely new meaning to the name of a certain act he'd heard about, if never experienced himself. "If it pops and ends up down your throat, it's not my fault," Samson claimed. He'd heard that could happen with balloons, though he'd never actually seen it go. But it just kept getting bigger, and bigger. How strong exactly was the material?

[Andy Moreau]

It was still taking air when Andy ran out of breath. He pinched it closed and blinked a few times at the dizziness. "Should I tie it up or like, see how many rocks it'll hold?" He gave a breathless little chuckle. It should probably only hold one rock, but that didn't need said. "I wonder how long it'd take for the air to leak out." He wondered a lot of things, actually.

[Samson Callahan Koster]

Samson laughed at a sudden thought that entered his head. "Fill it with rocks and drop it in the lake. Some poor c~ finds it in a few years and would be damn confused," he said, chuckling again at the thought. "I wonder if we used them all in experiments if he'd send us more." Not that writing to his dad hi, me and this guy want more condoms would be a good idea in any lifetime.

[Andy Moreau]

"Oh wow, that'd be brilliant," Andy said. Samson taking the cussing up to eleven was brilliant too. Andy straightened out his legs in front of him, then started releasing air from his makeshift balloon in squeaky bursts. He'd never mastered armpit farts, but this was simple enough. "I wonder what else we could do with them." PFFFT. "Fill one up with like, water maybe. Ew, I wonder how gross the lake water is." SKREEEEfffffffff...

[Samson Callahan Koster]

"Water, then charm them to fly after someone! One of my mate's older brothera did that to us once." It hadn't exactly been fun on Samson's end, but the older boy had had a blast. "Put them on door handles without rinsing them." However immature it was, he had to laugh at the sounds Andy was making.

[Andy Moreau]

Andy laughed at that. "Ew, that'd be so funny! Oh my god." Andy let the rest of the air out in a whoosh, then picked up the abandoned package again and stuffed the warped length of rubbery stuff back in. "This'll do it." He smooshed it around inside the packaging. "Where should we put it?" he asked.

[Samson Callahan Koster]

"I dunno," Samson said, glancing over his shoulder toward the castle, which was mostly concealed by trees, "you know the place better than me. Where would get a good reaction? One of those balls on the end of a banister? Into the bathroom?"

[Andy Moreau]

Andy gave it a moment's hard thought. He knew that some of the professors wouldn't even be around and frankly the Deputy Headmaster scared him. "I think... the Muggle Studies classroom." He looked away from his hands over to Samson. "If the professor finds it he'll know what it is and if someone else finds it maybe they'll just like grab it or something!"

[Samson Callahan Koster]

Pranking the muggle studies room probably wouldn't be a good idea, especially in the United Kingdom, but Samson didn't even consider the possible ramifications. He had also, conveniently, forgotten entirely about rhe homework Andy had mentioned. A stretch brought his hand to Porthios' basking place, and he nodded encouragement at his friend, a title he barely even registered applying. "Let's go, you lead the way."

[Andy Moreau]

Andy grinned and stood, slipping the strap to his book bag back over one shoulder. The little packet got stuffed into a jeans pocket, where he imagined he could feel it all the way into the castle. Every time an adult or prefect neared, he turned pink and hoped they didn't know what he was carrying or what he and Samson were up to.

He couldn't have said what rooms they were actually near when the first bell rang from the clock tower. All he knew was that it was four o-clock and that meant he only had an hour left, a large part of which would have to be spent crossing the lawns and getting to Hogsmeade.

"Sh~." "Um, let's just put it here!" There was a boys' bathroom nearby and Andy ducked into it. "Um, on the faucet or the shower?" he asked, digging into his pocket.

[Samson Callahan Koster]

"But I thought we would....I don't know, shower? Then they're naked." Samson's voice and expression announced confusion. They were going to do somwthing else, but the clock had apparently bothered Andy enough to change plans.

[Andy Moreau]

"Okay, the shower!" Andy ran over to the shower, but his near-panic was thrown off-track when the shower head proved to be a challenge. "Make sure no one's coming!" That set off laughter that didn't stop so much as taper off while he attempted to stretch the thing in his hand. Pinch the top. Well, it wasn't rolled up anymore, so that wouldn't work.