PC: CALEB

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[headmt]

[This is why Molly doesn't date? He feels like he put his foot straight through something and fucked something perfectly nice.]

Okay.

[Hm.]

[katzepaw]

. . . Sorry.

[Molly didn't fuck something nice? Obviously he did? But yeah, it is a little bit fucked.]

[headmt]

[...]

Yeah yeah. It's fine.

[Hopping over the barrier and wobbling over to change back into his boots.]

Come on. Final stop.

[katzepaw]

. . . Alright.

[Skating over to the side of the rink, following him over the side.

[headmt]

[From where he's sitting and changing into his boots again, just yeeting a fucking snowball at his sadsack head.]

[katzepaw]

[While he's putting on his own boots, a little easier to get on than Molly's, smacked in the head with a snowball.]

Ah. You will regret that.

[Rolling up a snowball himself and tossing it right back at him.]

[headmt]

[He genuinely probably has better aim that Molly does, considering all his practice lobbing fireballs. It nails him right in the face which he takes like a champ. And by that I mean going OOF flopping himself backwards right into the snow and laying perfectly still, eyes closed.]

[katzepaw]

Oh no, Molly, are you alright? Please, say something.

[He says this in a worried tone, but he's gathering a bigass armful of snow before he approaches.]

[headmt]

[He says nothing, but he's not like, being subtle. Just cracking an eye to watch for when he comes over with that snow armful and

in a poof of mist, just pops up thirty feet away.]

Oi! Fuck you!

[katzepaw]

Mollymauk, I have already used my magic today to turn Maya into a goose!

[Running after him, though!]

[headmt]

[Just whoop-laughing and taking off across campus, occasionally trying to pelt him as he goes, but he's heading in the direction of the library.]

[katzepaw]

[Well, he doesn't have Molly's movement, but trying to keep up.]

[headmt]

[Molly just stops outside the library doors, waiting outside the building for him to catch up - gesturing towards the doors like a showman.]

Your final stop.

[katzepaw]

[Nodding and then mashing his big armful of snow into his open shirt.]

[headmt]

[HE WHEEZES AS ALL THE COLD HITS HIM RIGHT IN THE TITS]

Asshole! Fuck!

[Trying to get it all out of his shirt, wiggling around.]

[katzepaw]

Got you eventually.

[Smiling just a little.]

What's in the library, then.

[headmt]

[Sticking his tongue out at him grumping at the cold and just flicking bits of snow at him as he gets it out of his clothes.]

Somewhere warm. I'm going to take a damned nap, you can do your ... reading thing.

[Don't sound so dismissive about the concept of reading.]

But the real date part is I don't pester for you like an hour.

[katzepaw]

[He. . . frowns a little at that. Looks up at the library building, away from him. After a moment.]

. . . I like it when you pester me, though.

[headmt]

[A soft snort, and he tilts his head.]

... Yeah?

[katzepaw]

Is that surprising?

[headmt]

[He snorts.]

A little.

[Going to open the door for him, gesturing him inside at least.]

But seriously it's cold as all hells out here.

[katzepaw]

[Following him inside.]

I think you just want a nap.

[headmt]

I can want many things at once?

[Stamping off his boots, rudely, once they're inside, immediately heading for the Moonbucks to get a refill and pulling the peppermint schnapps bottle out again for another hit of that.]

[katzepaw]

[Galaxy brain idea. Getting some more, too. Since you're dead I can be more gay about this now so he's definitely sort of watching him a lot when he thinks Molly isn't looking.]

[headmt]

[Molly can be smart when he wants to be smart. But only about day drinking.

If he notices Caleb watching him, he doesn't show it ... but he's got a pretty good passive perception. If you're being more gay I am too, his tail definitely swishes more to try and get him to stare at his ass. Do it coward.

Anyway, making his way to one of those study rooms. That seems a decent enough place to take a nap? He is not checking it out through the system or anything, fuck that.]