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Sunday Night, The Roof, emo party for one and all

Walter sat on the roof with his umbrella, his radio, and a pack of cigarettes. He was waiting for the night's radio broadcast with stomach churning dread. After the incident at the Perk... Shit.

So much for a nice night and a nice gesture for his boyfriend. He was back in his regular clothes and would keep it that way from now on.

[ooc: Anyone dense enough to want to emo in the rain with Walter is welcome to do so.]

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After her conversation with Hawkeye (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/420692.html?thread=18090836#t18090836) and writing a letter in her room. Pippi couldn't resist dancing barefoot in the rain on the roof.

She burst through the door to the roof hopping on one foot trying to get her shoe off when she saw Walter.

"Walter! Hey! I missed you once you left the party. Did you have a good dinner?"

Walter glanced up at her and grunted before returning to his cigarette.

Already soaked through, her braids drooping a bit, Pippi hops over to where Walter is sitting.

"I met the nicest man today. He's an Englishman like you. And a Butler! I bet you would would have endless conversations about buttling."

*hop hop hop*

Walter scowled. "I think I met him."

*hop splosh hop splosh hop splosh*

"Oh really? Alfred Pennyworth was his name. Very dignified older gentleman yeah? That's great! I'm so glad. I was feeling kinda bad, I mean I hear people making fun of British things like food. I know that I like it, but everybody else gives you a hard time, even thought it's all in fun. But it must get tiresome and there really doesn't seem to be much else for English people other then that Skeeter lady here. Did you get to have a 'proper' cup of tea with him?"

"No. It was not proper."

Ordinarily Pippi's upbeat nature is wonderful and he enjoys her company. At the moment it's making him want to scream.

"Oh that's to bad. Well, I'm sure you'll have pleanty of time to... To... WHOA!"

The boot finally came free and Pippi lost her balance and fell into a puddle. Sploshing some water on the already drentched Walter.

"Wphew! Maybe I should try undoing the laces for the other one."

Perfect, just bloody perfect. It even extinguished his cigarette.

Walter flicked the soggy butt away and tried not to glare at his friend.

He probably mostly succeeded.

"What are you doing up here anyway?"

Pippi lifted her face up to the sky and let the rain hit her face.

"Sometimes I like to just be out in the rain... And I wanted to think about what I wanted to be when I grow up... You?"

Keeping the umbrella was almost entirely moot except that it shielded his next cigarette from the rain. Walter lit up and took a long drag.

"The same thing, I suppose."

"I thought you wanted to keep being a vampire hunting butler?"

"What do you want to do, Pippi?" Walter asked in return, hoping to distract her. ~~Maybe if he waved something shiny...?~~

"I don't know." she said, biting her lip. "That's why I came up here. Though I don't think I'll figure it out tonight..."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." Although maybe he'd catch a cold and not have to go see Alfred tomorrow...

Right, and Arthur Hellsing was moving to a monastery.

"Walter? I'm a very flighty girl with a brain like a sieve, or so I was once told... But I can't remember if I properly thanked you for... You know. Saving my life and inner most spirit the other day... I really couldn't have taken both Sharky and his pets without you guys... We all seem to remember it... I'm pretty sure it wasn't just a dream."

She threw her arms around him, probably pinning his to his sides, and put her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you so much. You guys were really great. You were really great."

"You're gonna make the best vampire hunting butler ever... when you grow up."

With his arms pinned by the strongest girl in at least her world, there really wasn't much Walter could do.

He was getting really damned sick of feeling helpless.

...when you grow up. And it had been going so well until she said that.

"Thanks, I know you'd do the same for any of your friends, too. Can you let go of me now?"

"Sorry." she let go of him.

He glanced over at Pippi and took his cigarette out of his mouth, flicking it off into the darkness where he'd probably end up having to pick it up as punishment or something later.

Sighing, he held out his arms to his friend. "I think hugs work best when one person's arms aren't pinned. A good fact to store away.

"You know, I had a really bad evening, but you're really hard to be gloomy around."

Not knowing how right Walter's inner monologue was, being neither telepathic nor clairvoyant, Pippi gave Walter another hug.

"Thanks! I think... You did? I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

Walter dropped his chin on her shoulder for a minute before letting her go and habitually digging out another cigarette.

"That 'nice man' you met is going to be my new tutor."

"Oh." Pippi seems genuinely surprised by this, "I just thought you two boys would talk 'shop'... or rather talk 'kitchen' or 'dining room'... or whatever."

Being a Swedish Pirate and not an English Butler, Pippi had no idea what they would talk about.

"Well... How is having him tutor you bad?"

"I didn't want him to be my tutor. I don't want him to be my tutor."

He grimaced and looked away. It was cold and getting colder and he really didn't care, but he wondered about Pippi. He took off his jacket and held it out to her. It might be soaked, but it was better than nothing.

"He convinced me that he should."

Then he just blurted the rest out. "He beat me! This old guy was faster than me and he hit me in the head with a ruler," he rubbed the slowly fading welt on his cheek, "And he pinned me to the floor until I said I needed to learn from him. In front of Victor!"

Pippi was about to refuse Walter's jacket and say that she didn't get sick unless, apparently, grindylows bit her. After all, she had come out here to be in the rain. But she remembered the thing about letting boys do stuff for you sometimes and took it anyway.

As the words poured out of Walter, Pippi wondered if all English Butlers were tremendous badasses with unusual weapons skills.

She rather suspected that it wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been in front of Victor. She also suspected that Victor was somewhere else feeling exactly the same way, as it was unlikely that he would have been able to do anything if Mr. Pennyworth was faster the Walter.

She didn't say any of this of course. Because she didn't think it would make him feel any better.

"He seemed like a nice English man who was really into butteling. I'm sorry Walter. I don't know what to say to make you feel better."

"He's..." Walter opened his mouth to let a variety of insults on Alfred out and remembered that he'd been the one who hadn't left when he had the chance, and he was the one who should now put on his corkboard, Rule Number One: Do not act incautiously when confronting smiling old butlers!.. In fact, that should probably be tattooed to the back of his hand so he'd never forget it.

"He's going to teach me how to do that, so I guess I'll get over feeling like a complete idiot sometime this century."

"It's one thing to feel like a complete idiot and another to actually be one." she said bumping shoulders with him.

Pippi wanted to tell Walter she thought he was lucky. This Pennyworth guy seemed to have a lot of really great stuff to teach. Miss Pricillia hadn't wanted to be her mentor, she just wanted Pippi to go live with her in the dreadful children's home. And she was doing it out of some misguided sense of social responsibility. So she could cluck to all the other obnoxious old biddies in town what a charitable lady she was. Not out of a desire to share knowlage and ancient trade secrets of... ugly hats and frumpy house coats or whatever.

"Well." she said finally, "It's not like you're stuck with him in any case. As long as Smith doesn't find out about him and decide to make it part of your curriculum it's your choice if you want Mr. Pennyworth to tutor you or not."

"Bite your tongue," he said in reference to Smith.

How to explain that he didn't have a choice? At least not as he saw it. "I don't know if it matters. He made a really good point about protecting the people I care about. If he can show me how to do that better, I guess having to be around him will be worth it."

He scowled, "But I don't have to like it."

"You're doing pretty good so far." Pippi said standing up with her one off shoe in her hand. She held the other out for Walter.

"Come on, let's go inside. It's warmer and I got scones from Jeff, God of Biscuits. He is truly a kind and benevolent god." She was never going to get tired of saying that.

He let her help him up and gave her hand a squeeze. "You make it impossible to mope properly. Thanks."

Jeff, God of Biscuits could smile benevolently upon his two soggy worshippers.

It beat the hell out of covering them in bees or something.

[[OOC: Cheer up emo!Butler? You've got an issue? Here's a tissue!]]

[ooc but ic: I hate you.]

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