PC: CALEB

[headmt]

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[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.]

[katzepaw]

[He does it. Though he's wearing a big coat so I don't know how that's possible.

Cool, going into the study room with him. Sitting down and getting out his book.]

[headmt]

[He's not. He's in that stupid kittycat jacket, which is short. Caleb's in Molly's coat, unless he changed back like some sort of coward. Molly does exactly as he said he would and just flops out on the sofa in there - I'm assuming there is one. There were at USC so who am I to say.

But he did say he liked the pestering, so,]

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