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The Park, Friday around lunch time

Nadia got to the park a little bit earlier than she had agreed to with Walter that morning, and perched on one of the benches, her knees pulled up to her chest, where she could watch the ducks ~~and run on her sentences~~.

The bench was still wet from the morning's rain, but she didn't much seem to care.

[ooc: open for all your park and/or yelling at the idiot misery-chick needs!]

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Walter showed up on time, because that's what he does, carrying a bag with grilled steak sandwiches, chips (fries, you heathens) and fruit salad. He may have snuck a bottle of Cerveza Quilmes into the bag as well. Although under Alfred's watchful eye, there really was no such thing as sneaking.

He found Nadia and set the bag down between them as he settled on the bench. "I'm glad to see the ducks didn't eat you."

"They tried," she said, with a completely straight face. "I stared them down." She is, of course, joking. Because the man-eating duck had been defeated by Lockheed. "How was class?"

Walter eyed the ducks. Around here, who could be certain. A new man-eater might rise in the other's place.

"The bunnies made concentrating on fractals rather difficult," Walter said ~~while the mun made a mental note to have bunnies in class when it was posted.~~

He started pulling food out of the bag, determined to get Nadia to eat by example if nothing else. "Anything interesting going on? I missed the radio last night and didn't bother with the rebroadcast this morning."

Nadia looked down, making no move towards the food, despite the fact that she hadn't eaten in at least 24 hours. "I didn't listen to it, but . . . It said something. About what happened. I've gotten a bunch of calls already."

"Are you ready to talk to anyone?" He opened up one of the sandwiches and took a bite. Mmm... Argentine cooking did beef so well. "I can understand if you don't."

"I really don't." Then, realizing how callous that might sound, she continued. "I don't know what to say about it, yet."

"It's okay. Not everyone likes to talk about their feelings." He held up the other wrapped sandwich. "When was the last time you ate?"

Nadia shook her head. "I don't know. I don't feel hungry, though."

"So?" He poked the sandwich at her again. "You can't hit things with your mallet if you're too weak from not eating."

Nadia looked at Walter for a long moment, then took the sandwich, mostly so he'd stop talking about it. She made a show of taking a small bite, then looked back out at the ducks. "I should go by the clinic later. Check on Lilly and Allie."

There. That wasn't any harder than getting Arthur to eat when he was hungover.

"Are you going to go there and start blaming yourself for what happened again?" He eyed her sternly. "Not that I understand what happened to either of them, but you can't blame yourself for every bad thing that happens on this island."

"I'm not." Just the stuff she was, you know, involved in. "But I shouldn't have let Allie walk home alone the other night. With all the times you've told me not to do it, I should have known better." She nibbled at her sandwhich a bit ~~not unlike the way a tiny bunny might do so~~ and considering tossing bits of it to the ducks when Walter wasn't looking.

Yeah, like that was going to happen. He had his whole "I'm a butler, I watch everything" thing.

Walter had a really hard time finding a rebuttal for her comment about Allie. She had a point. He had given her a hard time more than once about walking back to the dorms alone.

"I'd probably be blaming myself, too. And someone smarter than me would be telling me I was stupid, that I can't protect everyone all the time. Right?"

She frowned. "Actually, you seem pretty good at it." Then she remembered their argument about Victor's claws and looked back down at her sandwich. "Though maybe not so good at protecting yourself, sometimes."

Walter rolled his eyes and took a bite of his sandwich before answering. "You should have seen my last boyfriend.

"But that's not the point, which is that none of us can be everywhere at once. Not even Alfred, although I swear he comes close."

She frowned again and shot a sideways glance at Walter at the mention of his last boyfriend.

That was the second time in two days that he'd brought his ex up. And last time, it was after she'd talked about the monster-her from her dreams.

What the hell kind of person had he been with?

She nodded slowly as Walter went on, though. "I think maybe Alfred is one of a kind."

Walter had been thinking a lot about home, and about going home, so of course a certain someone was on his mind.

"I think you're right." He shrugged and remembered what Alfred had said about the Ruler. "But someone taught him once."

He nudged her with an elbow and looked at her barely~~-weetinybunny-~~nibbled sandwich.

"I talked to Alphonse before I came down. If you need someplace to go to get away from people asking you questions or yelling at you, you can stay in our room. He promised he wouldn't bother you, and I have other places I can stay."

That took her by surprise. She had barely ever spoken to Al, but he was willing to let her stay, no questions asked?

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, before actually managing to speak. "O . . . okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome.You're going to have to help me bake him a pie sometime though."

He nudged her again and pointed to her sandwich. "The chef at Cafe Fina is a dab hand with a knife. Don't insult his cooking."

Nadia blinked. "Why, will he stab me?"

Then she took another small bite, forcing herself to chew and swallow, because odds were good that Walter wouldn't leave her alone until she ate at least half of it.

"Yes. He has eight arms and has a knife in each one of them." He was going for absurd, but it was Fandom, he supposed it wasn't an impossibility.

"I have another class this afternoon, so I'm not going to be hounding your every step today. I'll leave a key to my room under your door after I have a copy made." He pre-empted any attempt she might make to protest. "You might need it another time when I ask you to take care of my plant or something while I'm gone."

Nadia tensed. "Gone? You're leaving?!"

Walter hadn't really thought about the fact that Nadia had been drugged out of her mind in time for the ~~OMGWTF~~ Nazis in the park Saturday night, and, like her, he didn't like to talk about his problems so much as he liked to ~~brood~~ think it through himself.

"There was a concert here Saturday night. A full orchestra of Nazis, including three zeppelins out over the ocean away from the island."

Nadia looked blankly at Walter for a long moment. "Nazis. An orchestra of Nazis. Here, in Fandom, this weekend."

She turned to look at the pond again. "What the fuck was wrong with the world this weekend?!"

"I don't know. Something about dentists, I heard. Fucking Nazi dentists, I guess."

He pulled one of the chips out of the bag and threw it at to a duck, watching it pounce on the piece of potato.

"Alfred wouldn't let me fight, and I think Pippi's unhappy with me. Something I said." His fingers twitched reflexively, thinking about it.

He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. "It's nothing."

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