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2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

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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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.

"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.

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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

"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...

Better.

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

"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."

"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.

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

Tsk tsk.

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

Rosalind gave him a rather dry look as she put her bottles down.

He could get the caps off them. She was not that helpful.

Nor was she particularly fond of the weirdness. "This month has been particularly bad for it," was her response, however.

"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.

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

"Almost every day," Warren agreed, wrinkling his nose a bit. "I guess even Fandom Island gets into the spirit of the holidays. I probably could have done without the bears, though."

His poor feathers. He'd thought that Yei was rough on them.

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

Her lips twitched again.

"You do look rather put upon."

"No one that offends that easily," he clarified, rolling his eyes at her. "Feel better now that you're included?"

"By far," she said, glancing up from her reports. "What about the season has your nose so out of joint?"

Warren glanced over his shoulder at his frayed primaries and he heaved a sigh.

"This? Yeah, kind of. I mean, I think they meant well, but there are better ways to get a guy's attention."

And he wasn't a seagull or anything. He had shoulders to tap, too.

"It's always sucked," he said and shrugged. "I don't expect this year to be any different so I don't get my hopes up. Christmas sucks."

"But so fast?" She was teasing, though the dryness of her voice might make that hard to tell.

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