Dorm Lawn, Tuesday into Wednesday Night

[suitably_heroic]

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

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"Oh, he's not an ostrich." Cecil was pretty sure of that. "He's a flamingo! I think. Just a really big one with big eyes." Or something. "And Joni - Mr. Starsmore's cat? She's his best friend. Foucault, be nice," he chided, tugging his head back a bit. "This is somebody new."

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"So, he's not going to, like, eat him or anything?"

Sparkle eyed Foucault for a moment, and then shrugged.

"Hey, I guess if he gets along with cats, it's fine. It's just, you know, a few of Velcro's ends are sharp, and I have this unfortunate tendency to bleed when he flexes those."

Which generally happened when you had a nervous cat down your shirt, yes.

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"Oh, no! He just wants to play and cuddle," Cecil reassured him. "Is he being sharp now?" He scritched Velcro's head soothingly. "Don't worry, he's a good...bird."

[myownface]

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyup." Sparkle made a popping sound with his lips at the end of that word. "What is he, anyhow? Like, how do you end up with a big pink pet whatever, around here?"

Said the guy who found his cat in a pokéball.

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"Sorry." Cecil pulled Foucault back further. He protested with a pathetic-sounding honk, but stepped back. "Well, he was tiny when i saw him at the shelter! And just so adorable! I mean, how could I not?"

He dug his phone out of his pocket and found a picture of baby Foucault he still kept there. "See?"

[myownface]

Sparkle didn't look completely convinced, but even he had to kind of admit that the little weird puffball in the photo was sort of cute. In a... weird puffball kind of way.

"How did one of those end up in the shelter, I wonder? I mean, I know they have flamingos at the park, but it still seems kinda weird, you know? That they'd be adopting them out?"

Sparkle had been living on this island for how long and he still thought this? No, Sparks. No.

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh, they had a whole...litter? Clutch? Whatever, of them." Cecil shrugged. "I think they'd just gotten there that day. I'm not sure what happened to the others, but I'm sure they found good homes." He snuggled close to Foucault to reassure him and because he was warm.

[myownface]

"... Sometimes I really wonder about this place."

Seriously. Why was Sparkle still on this island? It was insane.

"But hey, I'm glad you two found each other. You're kinda perfect together."

[voiceoverdue]

"Thanks!" Cecil grinned. "I think so, too."