5th floor common room ; monday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

There'd been a new file on Flick's computer when he'd woken up that morning. It hadn't taken a genius to figure out who sent it, not with file name like when you're ready. Mandel was apparently sending him gifts these days. Flick's cursor had hovered over the file for a few moments before he'd turned his computer off. He knew what was in that file: information. Information on his father and possibly the proof that he needed to implicate his old man in Jude's murder. But, Flick wasn't going to take that route, not yet. No, he'd use that information later. After he burned Mandel Academy to the ground, after he took Mandel himself. After. Sure, in the interim, he'd have to worry about his DNA turning him into a murderous predator but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

His leg was a little stiff this morning so he was taking it easy in the common room. He had a soft spot for the couches, what could he say? The stiffness in his leg meant he'd ordered lunch and had it brought to him. Nothing fancy, just a pizza with everything on it, but he hadn't had to walk into town and it was cheap. He still had plenty of money from selling a bunch of crap last week.

Of course, his luck had to run out eventually. As soon as he turned on the television, an animated Christmas movie assaulted him. That's right, the holidays were coming, weren't they? Great. That was fantastic.

He changed the channel. More Christmas movies. Another channel switch, another Christmas movie.

So, apparently the television hated him. Fine. He'd just hate watch the animated Christmas movie and curse the world when Jingle Bells ended up stuck in his head.

[Open place. Canonical parts lifted from How to Lead a Life of Crime. Christmas is coming.]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Why would you want to be good at being unhappy?" Rilla asked, baffled.

[flickofthewrist]

"When the world beats you down enough, spits on you, laughs at you and does it constantly, you get used to be unhappy and you eventually accept it," Flick said bluntly.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"That's terrible," Rilla said in a very small voice. "I'm so sorry."

[flickofthewrist]

"Don't apologize," Flick said, waving that away hurriedly. "Please don't. It happened and I'm fine with it. I'm just not gonna be the happy person you seem to be looking for. Because there's nothing left here."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You can still have cookies and a cup of tea," Rilla said with a tiny smile. "You don't even have to be happy about them."

[flickofthewrist]

"You really planning on baking cookies?" Flick asked, curious. "The movie put you in that much of a mood?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I needed to bake some anyway," she said. "I send them to my brothers--" she checked herself, biting her lip, "my brother and friends on the front. Shortbread cookies travel well."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'll take a cookie but no tea," Flick decided with a shrug. "As long as we're agreed on me not being happy, I'm good. I still eat despite that."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla said, "I'll get a smile out of you yet," before bustling into the kitchen to get out butter, flour and sugar (and setting a kettle on for tea because now she wanted some).