Second floor common room, Saturday evening

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Cecil was rather enjoying living in the dorms with the students. Sure, he'd been a bit skeptical at first, but it was nice to know he wasn't completely out of touch with them outside of class. And banding together in numbers never hurt.

Tonight he was relaxing in the common room. Foucault was snuggled up against the couch, and Cecil was flopped on top of it with a bowl of popcorn, watching TV. He'd managed to get it to show one show on most of the monitor and another one in a window at the top.

Which was how he was watching "OCTO ER" with his two main eyes, and "It's Effin' Science" in a window with his third.

None of the scientists were as sexy as ♥Carlos♥, but Cecil was making mental notes of things to ask him later.



[OOC: Open post and common room! No OCD. Come share the popcorn! Oh, and yeah - Cecil has a third eye now and always has. ALL THE FANON BODY PARTS.]

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Last night hadn't gone so bad, which had made her feel a bit better about talking to people in the building, even if Kathy had asked a lot of questions.

Wearing her purple jammies with the pink kitties again, since it was night-time, and she'd probably have to go to bed after she went back to Sparkle's room, Amelia peered into the common room.

"Hi," she said, since that was a nice, basic greeting to someone she didn't know. It had worked well for her so far.

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Cecil turned curiously and grinned at Amelia. "Hi!" He waved. "I haven't seen you around before. Want some popcorn?"

Foucault stretched his head around Cecil's leg and blinked a large eye at her.

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She froze in the doorway, looking suddenly anxious.

"You have three eyes," she said, like maybe he didn't know that. "And a funny bird thing."

Was he a monster?

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"Yep!" Cecil agreed. "This is Foucault. We think he's mostly a flamingo, except he's bigger and his eyes are, too. Don't worry; he likes pretty much everyone."

Foucault honked happily in agreement.

"Oh, and I'm Cecil," he added, rolling all three eyes at himself. "Sorry. I should set a better example about manners, right?"

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"I don't know," she said honestly, adding curiously, "Should you?"

Amelia weighed the odds of him being scary, when he seemed so friendly, and inched into the room. "I'm Amelia," she shared. "Does he bite?"

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"Well, I'm a teacher and an adult, so I guess I have responsibilities." Cecil shrugged. "And he's never bitten anyone yet. You can even pet him, if you like." He scritched between Foucault's eyes in demonstration, and Foucault leaned into it blissfully.

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She looked a little doubtful, since Foucault was a lot more intimidating than a kitten, and looked like he could hurt her if he wanted to.

"I guess so," Amelia said, venturing closer. "Is he a baby?"

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"He's not very old yet," Cecil answered. "See, his feathers are still kind of fluffy. They just started really being pink...maybe a month ago? And I'm not sure how much bigger he's going to get. His head comes almost to my shoulder when we both stand up, but he's really mostly leg and neck."

Foucault honked.

"There's no point in arguing; you know it's true," Cecil shot back, grinning.

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"Can you really understand him?" she asked, eyes wide, as she came close enough to touch.

Amelia reached out gingerly, ready to pull her hand away, if need be.

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"Not really," Cecil confessed, "but wasn't that what it sounded like?" He grinned.

Foucault blinked curiously at Amelia's hand and craned his neck around to peer at it from a few different angles before settling back down when it turned out she had no food.

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She giggled.

"I guess I'm boring," Amelia said, smiling at Cecil. "At least in his estimation."

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"Well, you're not giving him food or attention, and you're not doing anything really interesting," Cecil pointed out, "but you are partly pink. Those jammies are really cute, by the way. I think he's decided you're just another flamingo, with a really short neck."

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She giggled again, peering over the side of the couch.

"Sparkle got them for me," Amelia shared. "He's really nice. Can I have some popcorn now?"

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"Oh, Sparkle's fun!" Cecil grinned. "He came to Vegas with me and Kenzi." He held out the popcorn. "There's a little bit of butter on it, and salt. I hope that's okay."