Kate Gregson (
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Third Floor Common Room, Late Wednesday Morning
Kate hadn’t slept well, and was feeling pretty cranky. As a result, she didn’t really feel like dealing with people. She wouldn’t have come into the common room at all if she hadn’t thought that something there was going to make her feel better.
Namely, the vanilla jello pudding cups she’d bought the day before and stored in the common room fridge for the night.
And which she couldn’t find anymore. Because just half an hour earlier, little blue men had taken them with them.
”Who the fuck stole my pudding?!” It was safe to say that Kate was not happy.
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Namely, the vanilla jello pudding cups she’d bought the day before and stored in the common room fridge for the night.
And which she couldn’t find anymore. Because just half an hour earlier, little blue men had taken them with them.
”Who the fuck stole my pudding?!” It was safe to say that Kate was not happy.
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And she was keeping up a steady stream of ranting. Not exactly yelling, but slightly louder than her normal speech. "...no-good, inconsiderate, thieving fuckwit! What the fuck, seriously! I needed that pudding! Bastard!" And so on and so on.
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This was Azula, he knew. Dinah had talked about her.
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It might be noted that he was lacking a shirt. The tiny blue men had been rather thorough when it came to those.
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[ooc: omg did not get this ping notif till now.]
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