First Floor Lobby - Throughout the Day

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

There was a cart set up in the lobby. Not just any cart, no, but a magical cart of caffeine and sweet sugary goodness. Oh yes, it was Student Council's Finals Week coffee cart, and the Perk and J. GOB had outdid themselves in their offerings to the magical cart of caffeine.

Also George was around when he wasn't taking his Sex Ed final. And if you thought he wasn't overdosing on caffeine and sugary goods, well, clearly you have never met the magical cart of caffeine and sweet sugary goodness.

[OOC: IDEK. Open to all, mod your drinks and snacks and YAY FINALS]

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[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Despite the cold weather, Beka was out on her way for a run when she noticed the cart and George in the lobby. Twas unclear which she'd seen first.

"Who did you steal that from?" she asked, for the most part joking. And then she remembered that there should be awkwardness, but he was her descendant and she couldn't ignore him. Which made it all that more awkward.

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George frowned at her. "I didn't steal it!" he argued, missing the joke in the awkwardness. "Tis a Student Council thing, aye?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She wrinkled her nose at him. "I'd have wondered if you'd steal and then sit around here in public with it," she said. "What's it for then?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Finals week, I s'pose," he said with a shrug. "Because ev'ryone might get too tired to finish studyin'."

George paused.

"I haven't done any studyin'. D'ye think I ought?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"Is this where I'm the responsible grandmother and tell you to study?" she asked, because... She hadn't seen much reason to study for either of her classes.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He snickered. "Yer a responsible granmam now?" he teased. "Somehow 'm not seein' it."

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"I'm not either," she said. Having kissed him didn't help and she shrugged a shoulder. "I'll stick to being a Dog."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"But a real Dog, aye?" he checked.

The picture of making out with Beka Cooper was one part of confusing, but the same Beka Cooper not being a Dog was throwing his brain.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she said. "I'll pass on being an actual dog with four legs if I can help it."

Which she didn't.

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"But ye can't," George teased. "Don' ye worry, Beka. I'll take care o' ye."

...Okay, that sounded wrong given recent events.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

It so did and she flushed, clearing her throat. "You didn't throw away the pillow you got me then?"

She stopped. "Should we talk about this?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Tis under me bed in case it does need t'be used again," George teased.

He looked down, scuffing his feet on the floor. Ignoring it was going so well really. "Mayhap? Twasn't a - err."

Words, George, use your words.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Not well enough if they'd be thinking of it every other sentence. "Wasn't what?"

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"Twasn't a bad thing, I was goin' t'say," he said, giving a little shrug. "I mean - it could've been worse, aye?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow, but then she knew what else she'd done that weekend. Then she wondered if he'd... "I suppose," she said, slowly. Her mouth opened for the next question, but she snapped it shut. Mayhap twas best not to know.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George frowned at her. "What?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"Naught," she said quickly, shaking her head. "You're right, it could've been worse." Which made her head ache to think about it.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Was it?" he asked, far too curious for his own good.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

There seemed to be many way to interpret his question and Beka raised an eyebrow at him. "Was what?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Did it -err, did it get worse?" George asked, totally embarrassed at the question now, yes.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"No," she said. Twasn't a lie, it'd been worse afore she met him. "I was older the next morning. I was a Dog, looking for my partner's assassin." She frowned at that, the thought of anyone killing Tunstall was unsettling in a very different way.

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"...why was yer partner at Fandom?" George asked, making a face. He so wasn't telling her about Jean bein' with his child. "How'd ye get older overnight? Didje like bein' older?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"He wasn't, his murderer had fled here," she frowned and shrugged a shoulder. "I wasn't very... satisfied with how things were."

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"Twasn't real though," he pointed out, trying to be a bit reassuring. "Ye can make things turn out differently, aye?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She frowned. "I wasn't myself, I doubt it'd happen like that. Besides, Tunstall's my Senior Dog. He's partnered with Guardswoman Goodwin, they're the best Dogs in the city."