I8: Hating Television

[Cassandra Reyes]

Cassie was in the Common Hall, attempting to find something to watch. See cycled through the channels quickly, looking vaguely annoyed.

[Coby]

"You watch them that fast?" the boy floating across the room asked.

[Cassandra Reyes]

"No," Cassie says, "There's nothing good on."

[Coby]

"Really? Nothing on all channels?"

[Cassandra Reyes]

Cassie tosses the remote, "Here. Check it out for yourself."

[Coby]

The remote went through Coby, and hit the wall behind him.

"Well done."

[Cassandra Reyes]

"Learn to catch something," Cassie grumbles, putting her feet up on the coffee table.

[Coby]

"What's YOUR problem?"

[Cassandra Reyes]

"I don't have any problems," Cassie says, "If you have a problem, the doors over there somewhere. Have fun."

[Coby]

"Jesus, what crawled up YOUR ass?"

[Cassandra Reyes]

"You're the one throwing a fit," Cassie says, "Why don't you shut your trap before you really get on my nerves?"

[Coby]

"You're the one throwing remotes," Coby pointed out.

[Cassandra Reyes]

"I didn't realize you had the hand eye coordination of a four year old," Cassie says, "My mistake."

[Coby]

"Intangible."

[Cassandra Reyes]

"Didn't ask, don't care."

[Coby]

"You in the habit of throwing things out of ignorance?"

[Cassandra Reyes]

"What if I am?"

[Coby]

"Uh...then...stop?"

[Cassandra Reyes]

"I don't take orders from little boys," Cassie says in a voice that's practically a growl.

[Coby]

"Little?!"

[Cassandra Reyes]

"Whiny too," Cassie says.

[Coby]

"Whiny?!"

[Cassandra Reyes]

"And you have the vocal range of a castrato apparently," Cassie says, covering one of her ears with a wince.

[Coby]

"Am not!"