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The roof, Monday night (after midnight until rather late)

Nadia lay on her back in the middle of the roof, staring up at the sky. Her hangover was, thankfully, long gone, and the ache in her shoulder seemed to be heading off to find it.

For once, she didn't have any music or her guitar or any brownies of anything up here, she was just lying on her back and staring up at the sky and letting her mind wander to whatever places it might go in its . . . wandering.

Or she might be taking a nap with her eyes open.

[ooc: open if you'd like to find the gal on the roof]

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"I would prefer not to be rehabilitated by a ruler." Nadia grinned. "But I think the fact that I now prefer a bed to the floor means that I'm on my way."

"Beds are good for many reasons." Yes, his imagination was supplying some of the better reasons they were good.

"But I think that one of the things Alfred teaches me, is how to choose when to be a delinquent and to take the consequences."

"I suppose that's a good thing to learn. But wouldn't it be better to learn how to choose when to be a delinquent and to dodge the consequences?"

"Not getting caught is always my first choice. But Alfred does encourage me to do reckless things."

"I need a mentor like that. All the people here just expect me to end up concussed."

"You didn't get concussed Saturday night," Walter pointed out. "And Alfred told me that he was teaching a workshop, if you're looking for a mentor like mine."

"I know, I signed up for it. Since it's about being sneaky, and being sneaky is a good thing." Nadia shook her head. "I don't know why people expect me to end up concussed. That only happened twice."

"Twice in six months?" He smiled down at her. "I wonder why they expect it?"

"Neither of those was my fault. I was fighting robots and . . . yeah." Nadia went silent for a moment. "At least I have not yet been turned into an animal or inanimate object."

And yeah... subject change from there. "I haven't been an inanimate object yet, and I was only an animal for an hour or so. But you have been a boy twice."

"And you've been a girl, twice. And a pink pony. I think I win."

"Yes?" Walter smirked down at her. "Should I mention haikus?"

"I'm pretty sure by now that if someone had just not spoken in haiku back sooner, that would not have been an issue."

"Mmhm." He leaned down to kiss her. "And Lucas tree?"

"Pink. Pony." Nadia kissed him back. "At least you got to see the Lucas-tree."

"There's a photo in the yearbook." He touched her cheek and smiled again. "If you have any adventures while I'm gone, try to get pictures to go with stories you have to tell me about them when I get back."

Now, see, Nadia had totally nearly managed to convince herself he wasn't actually going to go anywhere.

Drat.

"I promise nothing. I'm not that good at action shots, yet."

He stretched out on the roof, leaving his leg where it was as Nadia's pillow, and looked up at the stars that peeked through the cloud cover.

"Video then. Bring Pippi along for your adventures. She always has that video camera with her lately." And that would mean that Pippi was with her, and he trusted Pippi to watch out for Nadia. And Nadia to watch out for Pippi.

Or he could just say "screw it", not go, and be here for the adventures.

Yeeeeeeah. Right.

"Maybe she could get a shrub to hold it for her."

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