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3rd Floor CR, Sunday Afternoon

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]

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He'd been babysitting.

"What do you think?"

"You called me really tall," she pondered. "But you also got pizza. I dunno. It's a toughie."

Jack leaned toward her, lowered his voice, and, in a confessional tone, said, "I was teasing you a little. Is that okay?"

"Maybe. I won't kick you yet," Rose admitted. "I like your hair. It's pretty. All curly and stuff."

"Thank you," Jack said, meaning it both for the lack of kicking and for the compliment. "You're pretty too. My hair's a little long now, isn't it? I think I should get it cut."

She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Boys look silly with long hair," she agreed. "Want me to cut it? I got scissors!"

No, no, a thousand times no. Jack kept the horror off his face. "Only if I can cut yours too," he said. "Otherwise it wouldn't be very fair, would it?"

"Okay!" Rose agreed instantly. She turned to show him her long hair. "Will you cut it really short? Then everyone can see my tattoos when I get them."

Jack looked like he was choking on something as he tried to make up his mind. "If that's what you really, really want. How soon are you going to get your tattoos?" he asked, hoping to distract her from the whole subject of haircuts.

If it came right down to it, he could manage a few weeks with haphazardly cropped curls until his hair grew back. But he was all but certain hair as long as Rose's took years to grow. Also that she'd kick his ass if he messed it up for her elder version.

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"Not til I'm way older," Rose told him. "After I kill Strigoi an' get molnija marks." She turned back around to look up at Jack. "Do you have any?"

Strigoi or tattoos or marks. The question was pretty broad.

Jack shook his head. "I'm not a guardian," he told Rose. "I won't get those marks, I'm afraid."

Scars, on the other hand, he had.

She rolled her eyes at him. "I know that. You're not a dhampir, silly. What about tattoos and stuff?"

Jack shook his head. "No, no tattoos." He scratched his chin, thinking. "How can you tell I'm not a dhampir just by looking at me?"

"I dunno, I just can," Rose said, lolling against the couch. "You're too little."

"I'm bigger than you are!" Jack protested.

"I'm just a kid!" she protested back.

"I bet you won't be any bigger than I am when you're grown," Jack said, wondering why he was getting into this argument.

Rose looked up, full of horror. "Nuh uh! I wanna get bigger! I can't fight if I don't get bigger!"

"How big do you think somebody has to be to fight?" Jack asked quietly.

"It depends on who you're fighting," she pointed out thoughtfully. "I couldn't fight grown ups now. But you coud cause you're bigger."

"I could," Jack agreed. "I probably wouldn't if I had a choice, but I could."

"That's okay," Rose said magnanimously. "You don't have to. You can be a pizza man."

It wasn't exactly the height of Jack's ambition, but ... "I suppose I could. I'll ask them for a job after I graduate."

"And put pepperoni on the pizza next time?" she asked hopefully.

"If I know I'm ordering it for you I will."

He could explain why he didn't eat pork sometime when Rose was slightly taller.

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