[“more fried food than the two of you can realistically eat” are you sure about that. Are you really.
An y WAYs. John’s just sitting cross legged on his bed with his laptop still browsing horror flicks and grumbling to himself because it seems Netflix has taken all the good films and pulled them from the instant queue which is a d r a g because the dorm internet hates megashare and he’s just really not feeling up to three hours of buffering for some shitty b-list movie right now.]
Dunno yet. Still looking. Have you seen Shrooms?
I have not. Is it any good?
[Daniel comes right along and joins him on the bed, keeping an extra inch or so of distance there in case John was actually weirded out by that slip-up earlier. He plops the paper bags down between them; one’s got that nasty goddamn green bullshit and the other’s got chicken and burgers and curly fries and he’s not the least bit ashamed that more than half of it’s for him. All told and teasing aside, he’s pretty glad to be here right now. Skipping his foreign lit study group is already proving to be worth it.]
There’s always Birdemic if we can’t find anything good.