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The Gym, Friday Morning

Kate had been in the dance studio every day this week, and Friday was no exception.

Except, of course, that it kinda was, because Friday was finally – there’d been rescheduling needed when the play rehersals had been moved to Thursday – the day she was going to go to Baltimore to show her skills and find out whether she’d get to start taking classes again.

So that was the plan for later in the day, and Kate had also left a voicemail for Warren, suggesting they'd hang out on Saturday. She'd kind of forgotten about him during the past few weeks, and that was just wrong. And on the off chance that the ballet lady didn't like her, it would be good to have plans that would take the edge off the potential emo.

But that was all still in the future, and right now Kate was going through her practice routine one last time, watching herself in the mirror, falling into whatever trance it was that always seemed to take her over while she danced.

She hadn't even noticed that a very cute creature had crept into the dance studio, and was now unsuccessfully – but adorably! – trying to replicate her movements behind her back.

[ooc: Open as always~~, although with possibly severe SP until my evening~~. ETA: Okay, my plans changed, so actually I'm around, although some bouts of SP may occur.]

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Well, of course Warren had decided to swing by the gym after getting Kate's message... It helped that he had vague suspicions that the message he'd gotten where she'd professed to calling him a 'bitch' wasn't actually intended for him, and all.

He wasn't sure what to make of the fuzzy little guy that had followed along after him. Except that, since he thought he was funny, he was going to name it Bobby.

He lingered in the doorway for a few minutes, just watching Kate dance, with little Bobby hugging one leg. And when she seemed finished, Warren and his fuzzy companion both broke into applause, smiling.

That was a good way of breaking Kate from her trance. Without missing a beat, she turned around to give her audience a smile and a graceful curtsey.

...Okay, so the curtsey itself was graceful, but before she got to that part, she nearly tripped over the critter that had been trying to dance behind her.

The creature attempted a curtsey too, but failed. Adorably. And then decided that applauding was more its thing, anyway.

"I think a few of my teeth just rotted out," Warren decided, laughing a little as he straightened his coat over his shoulders.

Meanwhile, little Bobby was going to toddle on up to introduce itself to Kate's own shadow.

"Good morning, Kate."

"Is that some weird play on 'sweet', or are you just really desperately in need of a dentist?" Kate wondered, smirking at him. "Morning, Warren. Apparently you got my message."

Kate's little creature made excited noises at Bobby.

Oh, Bobby was thrilled at this, and was going to squeak and chatter and be generally adorable in Kate's creature's direction.

"Really, just a weird play on 'sweet,'" Warren agreed, smiling lopsidedly. While he was fairly certain that he could recover from anything potentially dentally hazardous right on up to flying face-first into a tree, he wasn't going to mention that fact, no. "And I did get your message, yes. You'd mentioned maybe doing something over the weekend? It just so happens that my tomorrow is completely clear."

[As is, by some miracle, the mun's, as well! Hurrah!]

Olga – because Kate's creature had been trying out ballet, and 'Olga' seemed like a good ballerina name, and it wasn't Kate's creature, really, anyway – was just going to squeak and chatter and be adorable right back at Bobby. Soon it would turn into an adorable competition of who was the most adorable.

Meanwhile, Kate was still smirking, and letting her hair down, as it had been in a loose little bun while she danced. "Well, that's awesome, because so is mine. Any brilliant ideas?"

"We could always attempt coffee again," Warren replied, and if he was watching her hair with interest as it fell back into place... Well, could anyone blame him? There was something awesome about the way a girl's hair just kind of... did that.

And such.

"This time, with one-hundred percent less flamingo?"

Absolutely no one could blame him, although there were plenty of other nice things to look at, here.

After all, Kate's training outfit for today was black leggins paired with a light blue, skintight top. It was necessary so she could actually see the details of her movements in the mirror, and attempt to correct them if something looked off.

And if it happened to show off her slender form? Well, that was just a plus.

"Yeah, no flamingos, thanks. I haven't been able to go back to the park after that little incident," Kate said, making a face. "But it looks like they might have actually started to serve me coffee at the Perk again. So that could be worth a shot."

Well, it was the hair that had been distracting in that precise moment. Warren tended to just generally soak in the sight of pretty girls in varying states of dress by default, anyhow.

"It's absolutely worth a shot," he decided, completely ignoring the cute fuzzy things now, as they did their cuter-than-thou chittering. "I'm fairly certain that I could convince them to serve you coffee, if they're feeling contrary."

"That might be necessary," Kate noted. "I'm pretty sure they're still not keen on serving me when I'm unsupervised, at least. But if all else fails, I can always have hot chocolate. Lack of coffee shouldn't ruin the entire thing."

Warren was now idly wondering how much he would have to bribe the clerks to let him get a black coffee or two for Kate, yes.

"Oh, there will be coffee." This was said with a sort of mock solemnity to it. Oh, there Would Be Coffee. He'd see to that. "If I have to walk us back to the dorms and brew it myself, there is going to be coffee."

The waitstaff was afraid of physical violence from an overly caffeinated Kate, and Warren lacked Mitchell's authority as a a teacher at the school.

Significant bribery might have to happen.

"Oh, are you like my own personal coffee prince in shining armor?"

"You can feel free to think of me as your caffeine angel," Warren replied.

Humbly. Truly.

Kate snickered. "Angel suits you better than prince, anyway."

"So I'm told."

Seriously. By a few people. He'd wonder what kind of codename 'Angel' was supposed to be, except that he really couldn't deny that it was fitting. If painfully obvious.

"Tomorrow, then? Is there any time in particular that's best for you?"

"I think I'm good with anything other than early in the morning." Nothing should happen early on a Saturday morning. "Even though coffee and breakfast do go so well together they're practically the same thing."

Olga totally tried to say 'coffee'. Kate could only approve of its priorities.

Meanwhile, Bobby attempted to say 'breakfast.' And then it made an attempt at nomming on Olga's ear.

"How is noon, then? Early enough that we won't get strange looks if we decide we'd like something to eat off the breakfast menu while we're at it, and late enough in the day that we don't have to so much as look at a scrambled egg if we're sick and tired of whatever that slop is that they serve in the mornings in the cafeteria."

You know. If they happened to get around to wandering with their coffee, and possibly got hungry. Or something. It could happen!

If Olga had ever heard the phrase 'not for nomming!' it would've squeaked it now, but unfortunately it had to make do with backing away from Bobby while making an adorably displeased noise.

"Noon's fine," Kate said, looking amused. And glancing at the critters to see what Olga's problem was. "Not too sure about the other stuff, but I guess we'll see about all that tomorrow."

"We can wing it," Warren replied. And then he made a bit of a face. "That phrase was less chiché before people could blame me for making a bad pun. I'll see you tomorrow at the Perk, then?"

He'd try to avoid more bad wing-related expressions tomorrow. Promise.

"Yes. Tomorrow, noon, at the Perk," Kate confirmed, nodding.

Then there was a pause, and then a grin. "I can't come up with any lame puns. I'm actually happy about that."

"That would make two of us," Warren laughed, and then he looked at the little fuzzy cute things and nodded toward the door. "Coming, Bobby?"

Bobby was totally coming! Just, first, Bobby had to stick its tongue out at Olga. Okay, now it was on its way!

Awwww.

Oh, of course he'd name the thing after Bobby. It made way too much sense to Kate.

Which is why she laughed when she heard it. Then she raised her hand in a semblance of a wave, while Olga turned its back on both the boy and his companion.

Especially his companion.

"Bye, guys."

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