Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had set herself up in the kitchen with a large pot full of a watered-down mix of black ink, dye, and latex paint, and lots and lots of newspaper.

She was currently attempting to get the stuffed, winged pink pony into the pot.

"No, no, it's lots of fun, I promise!"

"It doesn't look very nice or happy or friendly," the pony would reply.

"Just get in the pot!"

"Why don't we play Candyland instead?" asked the pony.

It wasn't going well.

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[nadiathesaint]

"Yep, the real you only goes after certain, specific people."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders just blinked at her innocently.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia gave him a knowing look.

Not that she knew anything, per se, it was just kinda fun to give him a knowing look.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

It was probably kinda fun to see Anders go bug-eyed and try very hard -- and fail -- to keep from flailing, too.

[nadiathesaint]

Seriously entertaining, that. Nadia's knowing look turned a little smug.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders blinked rapidly at her. ". . . what?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh, nothing," she said, still looking knowing and smug.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Santos, you're creeping me out . . ."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "Oh?"