#ic pierce

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“Man, why did like....3 people try to kick me in the hall earlier....?”

Could have something to do with that sign on your back.

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“<Yessssss!>”

And there goes Pierce Reed, running down the hall with a stack of comic books in his arms. He seems quite excited about something and he is most definitely going to trip if he keeps running like that.

Someone should probably stop him before he hurts himself.

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Pierce is currently laying on his side on one of the couches in the lounge, groaning quietly to himself. He doesn’t look too comfortable, it seems he has a stomach ache or something.

“<Ughhhh....why me....>”

What a baby.

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► Pierce, I want you to go eat some tuna.

“really? Nooooooo...>”

Pierce unwillingly goes into the kitchen and finds the tuna, getting the smallest forkful and grimacing at it. He pinches his nose and shoves the food into his mouth, immediately regretting his decision and holding back from coughing.

It probably takes him a full minute to actually gather the willpower to swallow the food, but once he does, he immediately runs to the freezer to find ice cream. Or something. Anything to wash the taste away.

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There's a knock on Pierce's door, but no voice follows. Who could it be, at this hour? It couldn't be Yvette, she would've said something by now.

What an hour to be getting a visitor. Pierce would definitely have to get used to this-- it was a lot different than his home’s rule of ‘everyone goes to bed by 10 and no more visitors past 9 unless we say so’. Still, he called out to whoever had knocked as he rolled off of his bed.

“Coming...!”

He jogged over to his door and pulled it open, greeting whoever had knocked with a smile.

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It was 8:32PM when Pierce Reed suddenly heard something slam against his door, as well as the immediate English cursing that followed after it. "" the familiar voice called in. It was the voice of Yvette Wright, who sounded quite dejected, but only for a moment before she spoke again, much more enthusiastically. "Wait, doesn't matter, I neeeeed to come in come on please I have some cool things and I wanna share--"

Pierce had been quietly lounging back and reading his book that Yvette had given him. It was silent in his room, aside from the sound of the heating coming on once in a while--

WHAM-

There was an audible shriek from Pierce’s side of the door upon the impact. It seemed Yvette had caught him completely off-guard. With a groan, he jumped up and opened his door for her.

“<--hi Yvette! Sure, come on in...!>”

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In Pierce's room: A homemade book on the lore of Batman and the superhero dictionary (the one with the whole 'Lex Luthor stole forty cakes' thing) from Yvette, five pages of artwork and a note that read "I am sorry for saying so much all at once :(!!" from Kaida, and a note from Rowan that read "Expect gifts, later. I wish to give them in person."

Pierce arrived in his room and did a double take as he noticed the gifts laid out. Man, how did those get here?

He picked up the book and flipped through it, his expression brightening significantly. This was so cool! He picked up the artwork and hung it right on his wall, directly in-between his two favorite posters. Perfect. Then, he picked up the note and read it, another small smile on his face. She was a sweet person-- he still felt bad for how that all panned out. Hopefully his own little gift would help.

Then he looked at the final note, bouncing a little bit in excitement as he glanced toward one corner of his room. There was a small pile of presents, already wrapped and waiting for Rowan’s return. Now he was just more excited!

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"Hey, Pierce--You're, um. You're neurotypical, right?" What a weird question to ask, Yvette.

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