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3rd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Late Morning/Early Afternoon

Matilda had woken up a bit late craving pancakes. She had brought along a fairly large box of pancake mix because her mother knew it was her very favorite food. She even had a gigantic bottle of syrup to go along with it. She decided to make some before class. (Un)fortunately she got a bit carried away and made way more than she could eat. She waited around and left the griddle on in case she could find a few people to eat her leftovers.

((ooc: Free until about 1:30 eastern time, gone for class for an hour then back again for the rest of the night))

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Chad had come into the common room to get a bag of ice for his jaw; what he found were pancakes.

"Free food?" he guessed, a very small current of hope underlying his voice.

Matilda is a bit startled by the appears of someone so big. She feels even more drawfed than usual. She looks a little intimadated but smiles anyway. "Sure, take as much as you'd like."

"Thanks," Chad nodded to the little girl. Ice first, though, as his jaw was killing him, pulling out a plastic bag and filling it up, pressing it against his face. Once that was done, he served himself out some pancakes with his free hand. "You make all these?"

"What do you have that ice for...?" She's awfully curious about everything and anything.

The corner of Chad's mouth twitched a bit with the beginning of a grin. "Got punched pretty good last night."

Matilda looks shocked. "Who you do such a thing?! You're okay right...?" She looks adorablely concerned. Aww.

"It's just a little sore," he assured her with a nod, chuckling internally. "And I deserved it, so don't feel too bad for me."

She knows she shouldn't ask but... "What did you... do...?"

Chad looked down at the girl. She was....what, eleven, twelve? He wasn't even going to take another step further on the topic. "Let's just leave it at that I deserved it."

Matilda raised an eye. This guy was big AND mysterious...

Chad considered the very little girl making pancakes in the common room thoughtfully. "You a student here?" he asked.

"Yes. A new student. Matilda. What's your name?"

"Yasutora Sado," he told her, "but people call me Chad." He paused, wondering if he should ask, but figuring that it couldn't hurt. "You seem a little young for high school, Matilda."

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While Walter was getting pancakes, Pup ran over to investigate the huge person and see if he could get some attention.

That was definately a puppy in the corner of his eye. Chad got a little excited, turning slowly, looking down and preparing to crouch down at pet the dog. But he stopped about half-way, hand extended out, when he noticed a particular abundance of eyes and teeth on this one. "Huh," he grunted. This was certainly different. He decided to wait and see if six eyed dogs were friendly around here before getting too far with the petting.

Pup wagged and bounced at the big man's feet. He wasn't as tall as Daddy, but he was the tallest person the hellpuppy had seen since leaving London and he was very excited.

"That's Pup," Walter said, after swallowing a bite of pancake. "He's friendly."

Being told so was all Chad needed, although the bouncing and wagging had him already stroking the dog's head before Walter had even bgan to speak. This was the cutest six eyed canine Chad had ever, ever seen. Not that he'd seen very many of them. "Pup," he repeated the name as he scritched happily behind his ears. Easy enough to remember, that's for sure.

Pup bounced up more, trying to get high enough to lick Chad's ~~sinuses~~ face. It was amazing he didn't wag his bum right off for as fast as his tail was moving.

Walter settled back in a chair and put his feet up on the coffee table. "I'm Walter, and I'd definitely remember if I'd seen you before."

"Chad," he introduced himself as his big hands wrapped around Pup's body and lifted him up so the dog's tongue could reach his face. He could take a little puppy saliva to the face; it was too damn cute to refuse, even if the six eyes were a little strange. He grinned bit. "Nice to meet you."

[[ this is my assuming hellpuppy spit is a-okay for contact with human skin, as I'm not particularly keep on hellpuppy lore ;) ]]

Pup was almost lost in the boy's big hands and clearly loving every second of it.

Walter watched the spectacle and laughed. "You don't have to let him do that, you know?"

[ooc: You're safe. Hellpuppy saliva is just icky in that "oh man, there's puppy spit in my nose," sort of way. Otherwise, Walter wouldn't permit it.]

That definately was a grin in the corner of Chad's mouth; one could notice it if they looked hard enough. "I know." He might not have been enjoying it quite as much as Pup, but Chad was just melting from the cuteness.

Walter worked on his pancakes for a few minutes while Pup and Chad bonded. There were very few people Pup didn't like, but he seemed to be really enjoying the giant's forebearance.

After Pup's frantic wagging had slowed a little, Walter spoke up again. "It looks as though you're a bit of an animal lover."

Chad set Pup down again, to see if he liked his tummy rubbed. "Yup."

Conversation was distracting from cute doggy...

The way Pup's stubby little legs waved in the air, it seemed the answer was a resounding "Yes!" to tummy rubs.

"You should take Cross Species Communication next semester, then," Walter suggested, amused by Chad's obvious distraction.

It was probably a good thing that most people here didn't know they were petting a piece of Dracula.

Chad's head tilted a little, eyes finally drifting over to Walter as he idly rubbed Pup's tummy. "That includes animals, too? I figured it would just be...well, humanoid species," he admitted, feeling a little embarrassed about the assumption, although he wasn't quite sure, "like Aeryn's or something."