Third Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 03/27 ].

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Alexander wasn't doing anything particularly interesting tonight; he had just decided that he should at least do nothing particularly interesting in the common room rather than his own room, in the hopes that, perhaps, it could become something interesting.

He considered the television, but, overall, just settled on the couch with a book instead. Far more engaging and, perhaps, when he was ready for a break, he might hit up the kitchette for a little bit of culinary action. For some strange reason, it was making him crave a fried sandwich to dip in some sort of fruit jam...

How strange.


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"Shall we feed you anything else while we are out and about?" asked Alexander to the gerbil. "I believe I spotted some very tasty looking carrots in the refrigerator."

[wwiii]

See, Alexander was catching on to his duties as Official Food-Getter adequately.

He would live, after all.

The undignified scurry toward the fridge was not, in fact, him agreeing to anything, it should be known. It was simply Mr. Winkles being crystal clear that if Alexander were to pull carrots out of the fridge for him, it would be only because he willed it so.

Which, of course, he did. Carrots!

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Alexander was certainly not chuckling at the undignified scurry of his new overlord toward the refrigerator, of course. That would be terribly unseemly.

"Alright, there, slow down, little one!" he said as he caught up with the gerbil. "The carrots will not be going anywhere, I assure you, though I suppose you must be quite hungry after your confinement."

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Mr. Winkles would kindly overlook that 'Little One' remark. This time. Next time, it was a one-way trip to the hit-list with you, giant pink thing. Once he commanded his own voracious rat army, they would swarm and gnaw the flesh from your ungainly human bones!

... Also, he was awaiting his carrots. His whiskers twitched impatiently as he stared up at Alexander with his beady, diabolical eyes.

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"There we are," Alexander managed to get the bag of baby carrots opened and passed one down to Mr. Winkles. "That should keep you satisfied for a while, I should think. It's almost as big as you are!"

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SILENCE, IMBECILIC HUMAN!!!!

Mr. Winkles would show you who was truly in charge! He would!

Just as soon as he managed to cram this thing into one of his cheeks. It was fiddly work, but if anyone could manage it, it was he!

And he would look utterly ridiculous with one cheek puffed waaay out, too.

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Alexander wasn't laughing! Really, he wasn't!

"No need to rush through it, Mr. Winkles," he said when he wasn't laughing. "There's plenty more where that came from."