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Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

So Kate had taken off again, after sulking around their room for a bit. Bobby didn't know what was going on with her, and he hadn't been particularly inclined to ask, as wrapped up as he was in his own issues.

Raven's party and Christmas shopping had been a great distraction, but with both of those things taken care of he was just sort of... drifting. Eventually that drifting led him to the common room, where he flipped through channels until he found Kris Kringle Overthrows Pluto*, and then rummaged through the cupboards until he found a couple bags of Oreos. Maybe that would work as a distraction.

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* which had still been considered a planet at the time of the film's creation.

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"Well, this certainly looks like an interesting film."

Alexander, having found himself already packed as a symptom of always being an efficient worker due to a lifetime of penalty of death if he wasn't, had more evening than he expected on the day before he left for Daventry, and had come to spend some of that evening in the common room.

Clearly, his exposure to the silver screen through Maladicta's suggestions made him an expert in noticing...certain kinds.

"Interesting's a word for it, yeah," Bobby had to admit. "Jury's still out on whether it's the good interesting or the what the hell did I just watch interesting."

"Depending on your mood," Alexander offered, finding himself a soda from the fridge and a seat in a chair, "they can both be the good kind of interesting. My main question is going to be whether this is something to make me regret that this is the last thing I watch before returning for a while to a world with no televisions for a short spell."

"Going home for the holiday?" Bobby asked, trying his best not to resent that Alexander had that option.

"Not for the holiday so much as just to take advantage of the break," Alexander explained. "We don't celebrate these holidays you have here back home, but we're doing something belated my sister and my birthday, and there's always a bit of a winter festival to help kill the doldrums that the season can bring sometimes. And yourself?"

Well, a break was a holiday, right? Sort of. "My girlfriend's doing a bit of a thing, inviting some friends back to her place. I'd go home, but," he shrugged, "time moves weirdly there? It's probably the middle of summer there." That wasn't the only reason he wasn't going back, but it was a good enough one.

"That wouldn't be too bad, if that were the case," Alexander, in all his innocence, smiled a bit. "I do like the snow, but I miss the warmth of the more temperate seasons. I grew up in a land ~~inexplicably~~ near the desert, so I'm not always too used to the cold yet."

"Me and warm weather don't really get along," Bobby made a bit of a face. "I'd much rather be somewhere where it's cold and snowy... of course, Sookie lives in Louisiana which doesn't really get cold, generally. So I won't even get a properly wintery Christmas."

"Hey grumpypants, what's with the mood?" Benefit -- or detractor -- of having a mental link with one's significant other was that Sookie kind of knew how Bobby was.

So once she'd finished replying to emails, assuring Karla that she could drag Warren there by force if needed, and begging Terry Bellefleur to finish the house repairs before Wednesday, she scurried down to the third floor and flung herself onto the couch beside him.

"What mood?" And it was times like this that lessons in telepathic shielding came in really handy, because there he was, snapping those shields up as strongly as he could manage.

"You can totally lie to the girl who's mentally bonded to you, if you want and it'll make you feel better, sure," she said, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "Winter blues? Didn't think they'd affect you, somehow."

"I am fine," Bobby continued to insist. At least he didn't go so far as to duck away from that kiss.

"Mmmkay," Sookie agreed, reaching over to lightly take his hand. She wasn't going to look and find out what was wrong, but as it was, she was fighting to keep his gloominess out of the bond and thus affecting her. "Wanna come down early with me to Bon Temps? I was gonna ask over email but that seemed impersonal. I need help getting a tree and hanging lights and taste-testing cookies and all."

The really illogical thing was, part of him wanted her to keep asking what was wrong, even as part of him wanted to just pretend everything was fine. "Hmmm," he pretended to think about it. "Let me check my schedule?"

"I should add that this is the only time we'd have a chance to be alone together, since I'm separating all the couples for sleeping arrangements," Sookie added innocently, studying her fingernails. "You know, if you had an interest in that."

"You're what?" Bobby pouted at her.

"I only have three bedrooms," Sookie pointed out. "It's completely unfair for anyone to get to sleep together! At best, some people are cuddling and the single people feel left out. At worst, someone starts having sex when they think we're all asleep. Nooo."

"But you're the host," Bobby pointed out. "Shouldn't that get you special privileges?"

"Yes, that's why you and I get to go a day early and sleep together in my bed and theoretically have all kinds of relations all over my house," Sookie replied, smiling sweetly. "See? I thought it through."

He'd had plans, damnit Sookie! Plans that, okay, he'd only been formulating in the few hours since he'd found out about her plans for the holiday, but plans nonetheless. Still...

"All kinds?"

"I could give you a demonstration of the kinds I mean," Sookie offered, "but we'd have to go to my room and I don't want to take you away from your Oreos."

And moping.

"We could wait till the end of the movie?" It was a terrible movie, but Bobby was kind of invested now.

Yes, invested enough to want to actually wait to have sex with his girlfriend.

"Of course," she said, reaching for an Oreo. "I mean, I kinda want to know what's going to happen."

She did scoot a little closer, leaning her head on his shoulder and sending a wave of reassurance through the bond. Mostly, she just wanted him to know she was there, and she wanted to know what was wrong, but she wasn't going to nag it out of him.

That was- it felt... warm in a way that had nothing to do with temperature, and Bobby's lips quirked up in a half smile as he wrapped an arm around Sookie. "I think Santa's going to win," he confessed.

"He better. He's Santa," Sookie replied. "If he doesn't win, what'll happen to Christmas?"

"Exactly," Bobby nodded. "I heard Hitler tried to kidnap him once, even," he mused.

Yeah. Bobby's world was insane. Deal with it, Sookie. It's not like your own was any higher on the sane-o-meter.

"...really?" Sookie asked, rolling her eyes to look at him. "Hitler? You think he'd be in favor of Santa, as a promoter of a Christian holiday."

"It was a whole lets-demoralize-the-Americans ploy, I think," Bobby told her. "Captain America rescued him."

"Your world is strange," Sookie decided.

Pot, let's go get acquainted with kettle over here and talk about your relative hues.

"Says the girl who owns a house across the street from a vampire," Bobby said, poking her in the ribs teasingly. And okay, there were some woods and a graveyard technically between that road that separated them but "across the street and graveyard and woods from a vampire" was sort of a mouthful.

"Oh, psh, they're just vampires. I mean, you know a Norse god," Sookie replied easily, poking him right back.

Had known two of them, even, up until a few weeks ago... but he was just going to shove that thought down and Not Deal With It.

"Yeah, well. Werewolves." Bobby retorted.

Edited 2010-12-21 09:43 (UTC)

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