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Second Floor Common Room - Lateish Evening

After putting in an appearance at Jack's party, Rory retrieved Vladdie from her room and changed into the cozy, cozy jammies Jake had given her for Christmas.

She hopped out into the common room, set Vladdie down on the floor, and took up the remote while keeping the puppy carefully in her sights.

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Vladdie padded over to Anakin and yipped a hello. He then looked significantly at the air beside him, and back at Anakin, yipping some more.

Clearly it was a time for introductions.

"Hi," Rory said, waving. "Vladdie would like you to meet Steve, who, in fact, is not imaginary."

Anakin crouched on the floor. "Hello, Vladdie," he said. He looked at the empty air next to Vladdie. "Hello, Steve."

He smiled. "And hello, Rory."

He showed the camera to Vladdie. "Would you and Steve like to pose together?"

Vladdie turned in a a circle and flailed at the air.

"Seriously, Steve is apparently real. Bridgey said," Rory said looking over and smiling.

Anakin reached down to scratch the back of Vladdie's neck. "Good to know you're not delusional," he crooned softly.

"Good to hear," he said in a more normal tone of voice.

"I love Vladdie's ability to turn anyone all dorktastic," Rory said fondly.

Vladdie yawned, in spite of not needing oxygen. He consulted with Steve for a moment, and then looked expectantly at Anakin.

"I'm not dorktastic," Anakin retorted, then got down on his stomach and turned his attention back to Vladdie. "You guys are ready, then, huh?" he said, reaching for the camera.

"You really kind of are," Rory argued.

Vladdie hovered up a little, possibly to be on the same level as Steve, and his posture stiffened.

Yes, it was entirely possible he was posing.

"Am not," Anakin said, then totally ruined any hope he had for that being true by taking several photos of Vladdie and his invisible friend.

"Say, um, Yip, guys," he said as he clicked away.

Rory smiled a bit sleepily. "Yeah, you so are."

Vladdie obligingly yipped, reaching out to poke at the camera.

"So not," Anakin said, sticking his lower lip out.

He moved the camera out of the way. "You don't want to touch that, Vladdie," he said. "It came from a scary, scary lady. Force knows what it might do."

"So are," Rory said, stretching out on the couch and looking over affectionately. "And Vladdie, listen to Anakin. You might turn into a mongoose or something."

Vladdie still sniffed curiously at the camera, and looked to invisible Steve as though consulting.

"Not," Anakin retorted, taking a hugely unflattering photo of Rory from where he was sprawled on the floor.

He glanced at Vladdie. "Does Steve not agree with me?" he asked.

"Are," Rory said, pouting. "And you're mean. Mean and dorktastic."

Vladdie looked back at Anakin and yipped, wagging his tail. He began a narrative, using a series of barks and yips, presumably to communicate what he and Steve had been discussing.

"I will just have to console myself with my stunningly good looks, then," Anakin said with a smirk.

He nodded at Vladdie. "Really," he said. "Huh."

"Yes, good luck with that," Rory said very seriously, though she was clearly struggling not to laugh.

She peered over the arm of the couch. "Can you understand him?"

"Hmmph," Anakin said, but it's clear he's not really unhappy.

He looked at Vladdie, then leaned closer to Rory and lowered his voice. "Not at all. But he seems so sincere."

"He does, doesn't he?" Rory murmured, smiling. "I wish I could understand him. Can you sense Steve? Bridge could, once he took off his glove."

Anakin leaned his back up against the sofa and looked at where Vladdie and Steve were. "Sort of," he said. "There's a definite presence, but there are a lot of those around this place. I've kind of stopped paying attention, really."

"Hmm." Rory looked over at Vladdie. "That's so weird. And kind of creepy. I have no idea what Steve is. My dog is haunted."

Anakin concentrated a little harder. "I'm not sensing any kind of menace," he said. "Just something kind of...um...spastic."

He smiled up at her. "Kind of like Vladdie."

"Aw. He made a friend who's like him," Rory said, smiling languidly. "Sean can see Steve too, I think."

"Can he? Huh."

Anakin closed his eyes. "Long day," he murmured. "Brain fried."

"Also long day. Puppy tiring," Rory said, sleepily reaching a hand out smooth his hair. "I should've taken a nap or something."

"Mmm," he said. "You don't have the proper headware for it. You'd need a hat from your room."

"But no one's going to decorate me," Rory mumbled, closing her eyes.

Vladdie, still conversing with Steve, waddled over to Anakin and crawled into his lap.

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