Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday afternoon

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Walter was... playing chicken with the couch?

He just wanted to get past it to get to the kitchenette, but every time he went around (and he's fast, mind you) either the couch would get in his way, the coffee table would knock him in the shins, or one of the chairs would run up behind him and knock the back of his legs to make him fall into it.

He was about to move on to jumping over everything and just standing on the kitchen counter.

Little did he know that the couch was ready for that with cushion missiles.

[ooc: Open as common rooms will be.]

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[nadiathesaint]

A side table crouched down in front of the TV, reaching out a leg to gently pet a baroque table lamp on the screen.

Nadia looked at the price being listed. "That's totally fake, you know," she told the table.

If tables could pout. . . .

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The television flipped through the channels before settling on a program on VH1 about homes of wealthy pop stars.

The side table did a little hop into the air when the narrator began to lovingly detail the ivory inlay on the bleached-blonde silicon-enhanced singer's custom pool table.

Walter sighed and tucked his wallet inside his waistcoat.

"No."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was back to giggling again, even as she tried to dodge the couch to go sit on the arm of the chair that had taken Walter hostage.

"Good to know you don't spoil them,"

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"I just hope they're back to normal tomorrow." Although maybe this explained the disturbing sight he'd seen at Cafe Fina.

Except they'd been more human-ish. And talked.

[nadiathesaint]

The couch wasn't so much looking to block her as to distract her from the overstuffed arm chair coming up on her from behind. "I'm hoping they're back to normal tonight. What if our beds do this?" Not that she'd had any trouble sleeping in random places, lately. . . . The arm chair grew eyes and fangs, ala the Muppet Show managed to catch her foot between its cushions, and Nadia went sprawling. "Hey! Leggo!"

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Walter jumped out of his chair to go to Nadia's aid. No doubt it would have been dashing and heroic or something.

Except he'd forgotten the lamp and its cord, which it had wrapped around his leg and the leg of the chair he'd been sitting on.

He went sprawling next to Nadia with an exclamation that the school board visitors might disapprove.

[nadiathesaint]

The chair appeared to be trying to suck the sock off of Nadia's foot. That would teach her not to wear shoes into the common room.

She propped herself up on her elbows and tried to yank her foot free. "You okay?"

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"I'm fine," Walter growled, wrestling with the cord around his leg. "Just annoyed."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded, pulling herself (and yes, the chair, too) forward with her arms so she could lend a hand with the chord. "I think the chair is trying to eat my sock."

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"It seems they've been getting tips from the laundry room." Walter got his leg free with a little grunt of triumph and got up to help Nadia get herself extricated from the chair's hold. Hopefully with her sock.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded, twisting around grab her own ankle, and bracing herself against the bottom of the chair with her other foot so she could get better leverage to pull.

The chair managed to suck her hands in and held on with surprising strength, so that she resembled good ole Brer Rabbit after he messed with the Tar Baby.

It spit her back out moments later though, sending her tumbling in a back somersault to sprawl on the rug.

Sans sock.

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Now it was Walter's turn to giggle laugh.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stuck her tongue out a him.

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Walter grinned and held out a hand to her. "Socks are unnecessary anyway."

[nadiathesaint]

"If my foot gets cold, I'm going to get my revenge on that chair," Nadia grumbled, taking Walter's hand, and then yanking to try and bring him down with her.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Chances were good he could have pulled Nadia up instead, but an excuse to (carefully) fall on her?

What do you think?

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia giggled, preferring to ignore the fact that the furniture might, in fact, be oggling them, and leaned up to kiss Walter on the nose.

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If Walter had been annoyed by the furniture, he'd quite forgotten it in favor of other things. Like a sneaky bit of tickling she wouldn't be prepared for.

[nadiathesaint]

He'd caught her in exactly the sort of mood to be ticklish, too, so his efforts were rewarded with an "eep!" of laughter and a counter attack.

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And that made his day. There would be much laughing and much tickling, and complete obliviousness to ogling furniture.

[nadiathesaint]

And not even a little bit of falling asleep.

Yay!