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Third Floor Common Room, Sunday evening
Sunday, January 24th, 2016 06:13 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
oldstrongest1.livejournal.comSkaar disliked the snow. Not that it bothered him physically in any way. He was durable. He could survive in the Arctic without a problem. It just annoyed him. He was literally born in lava, he preferred anything but snow.
So he was spending an evening in, figuring out how to operate the remote control with his giant, giant fingers. Somehow that got him onto an Undercover Boss marathon with the SAP option active so it was all in Spanish. While he was figuring out how to change that, he smelled something behind him. It smelled... odd. Like a ventilation system. He turned and swung a backhand, hitting a gremlin in mid-leap and launching it across the room.
"So. That's a gremlin?" Skaar asked. "You sounded slightly more concerning before I saw you."
The gremlin got back to its feet after it bounced off the wall and made its way back to the nearest vent. This did not go well.
"Now, where's the English button?" Skaar asked, turning his attention back to the remote.
So he was spending an evening in, figuring out how to operate the remote control with his giant, giant fingers. Somehow that got him onto an Undercover Boss marathon with the SAP option active so it was all in Spanish. While he was figuring out how to change that, he smelled something behind him. It smelled... odd. Like a ventilation system. He turned and swung a backhand, hitting a gremlin in mid-leap and launching it across the room.
"So. That's a gremlin?" Skaar asked. "You sounded slightly more concerning before I saw you."
The gremlin got back to its feet after it bounced off the wall and made its way back to the nearest vent. This did not go well.
"Now, where's the English button?" Skaar asked, turning his attention back to the remote.