2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

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Rosalind had entertained the notion of going and visiting Jono at work today, truly she had. She had even made it outside and begun the pleasant walk to town when the bears had started offering her drinks.

… That would be why Rosalind was back in the common room, idly rereading a few reports she was going to revise before sending off to Tseng. The TV played quietly in the background--on a news station, of course--and she considered that to be well enough of an effort to be relaxing.

(Rosalind was special that way.)

This month, Rosalind had decided, was quite weird enough without willingly subjecting herself to more of it. The reports made more sense and were infinitely preferable.

At least, for today.

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[wwiii]

It was a somewhat wide-eyed Warren who stumbled into the common room, with a half-dozen bottles of Coke in his arms, his wings splayed out at awkward directions behind him and his feathers more than just a little ruffled.

"There are bears outside."

... He had been aiming to go get some cheeseburgers for Hinata, but when he'd been assaulted by polar bears, that had proven to be a silly idea.

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"Yes," she said, glancing up from her reading and having to press her lips together to keep from smiling for a moment before she said anything else. "I see you were--well acquainted with their presence."

Rosalind considered him.

"Did you need a hand?" For the drink bottles.

[wwiii]

"Please?" Warren was all but begging, with just that one word. He checked himself shortly after, and added an awkward, sheepish little, "If it isn't any trouble?"

Because dropping six glass bottles of Coke on the floor would be bad.

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She closed her laptop, set it neatly on the couch, and got up all in one smooth motion.

"I did ask," Rosalind pointed out, reaching to take a few of those bottles. "It's no problem."

Rosalind didn't paricularly want to have to clean Coke off the floor either. Or deal with broken glass.

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"Thank you," Warren said, smiling faintly as he managed to rearrange the remaining bottles into a less precarious configuration. "I guess I'll put these into the fridge. Maybe somebody else will want them without having to face down polar bears for their Coke."

Warren was very thoughtful that way.

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Rosalind eyed the bottles in her hands and lifted her shoulders in what could generously be called a shrug. "If they trust liquids that a bear has handled."

... Because she was not going to drink it, no.

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Warren blinked at that statement, and then at the bottle.

... Point, there.

"I think the safety seals haven't been broken yet, though?"

He was trying a little too hard, here.

"Right. I'll pour them down the drain and recycle the bottles, instead. It isn't like Coke is worth its weight in gold or anything, anyhow."

And even if it was, he would be happy to buy some more to make up for the ones that he'd dumped out.

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Better.

"Good," Rosalind said approvingly. "Even if it is merely the island being in good spirits, precautions should be taken."

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"Anti-polar bear precautions," Warren agreed, and then laughed a little, shaking his head as he set the bottles on the counter and started to twist off the caps. "The things that this place gets us to say. I hardly miss a beat anymore before words like that come out of my mouth."

He was kind of getting fond of the weirdness.

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"Amazing, someone's still here," Alex said, wandering in and shooting her a smirk. "Thought everyone had gone home to do exciting shit."

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"Not everyone celebrates this world's holidays," she said dryly. "And if I go home, I'm confined within a building."

Which... no. She'd take the dullness of an empty Fandom over that.

Rosalind debated pointing out that he was present, but...

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"Did you hear me mention the holidays?" he wondered, raising an eyebrow. "It's also a break week. You could go home just to fuck off and go home. Stop assuming."

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"Touchy," she murmured, "and lacking listening comprehension. You're in a fine form today."

Tsk tsk.

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"I hate Christmas," he said bluntly, shrugging. "And considering it is Christmas, I'm hating things a lot more than usual."

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"Charming," she replied. "I'm surprised you've not earned detention yet for making some poor soul weep from your anger."

Look how affected she was by it! ... Which was not at all. Rosalind was still reading her reports, after all.

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"There's no one here," he said, grabbing some water and sitting down. "Who am I going to offend? The bears outside?"

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"Nice to see that I equate to being 'no one'," she observed.

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Triela had just finished packing her weapons at the locker, and was on her way up to her room. She wasn't sure she'd be coming back next semester, and for some reason that made her want to wander through the common rooms. Just in case this was her last chance to do so.

When she spotted Rosalind, she snorted. It was odd to realize that she might even miss someone as annoying as that...

She shrugged slightly. Might as well say hello. And goodbye. "Hey," she called, offering a wave.

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One eyebrow arched up over her report.

"Are you talking to me?"

Dubious, why yes.

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Triela's eyebrow arched in return. Not quite as dubiously as Rosalind's, but not too far off.

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

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"Merely an expression of surprise," Rosalind replied, saving the report. "Can I help you?"

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"Not as far as I know," Triela shrugged. "Just trying to be polite."

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"A new trick?" she marvelled.

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Triela's eyes narrowed. She wasn't some dog who learned 'tricks'.

"I'm quite capable of civility," she countered. It was just that Rosalind made it so very, very hard to maintain.

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"I've seen little evidence of that."

Of course, Rosalind was not trying to inspire that either.