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The Perk; Sunday Afternoon [04/26].

Without having to worry about criminal justice or pacificism tomorrow, Astrid was thinking about something she hadn't done in a while, something she hadn't really done much since she got back, though, to be fair, she hadn't exactly done much since getting back, and that was going to get a coffee and finding a seat at the Perk to people watch and do some sketching.

But the sketching was mostly mindless, as she thought a little bit on how it was hard to think that she'd been back for a whole semester...after the summer, she'd have been back at Fandom for about as long as she'd been back in California. And what would happen after that? After what happened, she didn't think they'd send her back again, but who knew? If there was anything she'd come to understand about life, it was that there was no guarantee with anything.

She was starting to feel a little better, a little more comfortable about being back. But she also wasn't about to get too comfortable yet, either.

At least she was getting lots...and lots of work done, either way.

[[ open perk is open! distract me so the app I should be working on comes in at the LASTEST of minutes ]]

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"Hmmmm."

Alluka studied the cookie offerings. There was not nearly enough chocolate in any of them.

"Um, um can I get a peanut butter cookie, then?" Her bunny reminded her that she wasn't alone. "Oh, um, two of them? Or... or... four of them? Yes, four!"

Because more sugar was always better.

[Go team last minute app-writers?]

Another thing about Fandom was that people watching was very rarely boring, and if it wasn't what the other girl was wearing that was interesting enough ~~assuming she'd be appropriately cutely dressed, that is~~, then her noticeable appetite would make up for the rest. Astrid tilted her head curiously for a moment, taking in the visual for a moment before turning to a fresh page in her sketchbook.

[[*last minute high five! YEAH!*]]

Her outfit was most assuredly interesting and seasonally appropriate!

"And," Alluka continued, unaware of being under scrutiny, "two of your largest hot chocolates, please!"

It was definitely a look, and Astrid had to appreciate anything with such a distinct aesthetic. Interesting lines. A clear thematic influence...

...and now to figure out if and how to perhaps work in the cookies and the hot chocolates.

Although that did make her wonder...

She might have normally kept quiet, but Astrid had reached the point where she remembered that quiet wasn't as...useful as other places she'd been, where quiet was practically a survival skill.

"Is all that for you?" she asked, offering a faint smile to the other girl, a little awkward, being personable didn't come naturally to Astrid, not anymore. "Or are you sharing?"

Alluka giggled as she paid, smiling at the barista as she took her order and oh-so-carefully brought it all over to a table by the girl who'd asked her a question.

"Theoretically," Alluka said, as she settled her bunny in once chair. "Half of it's for him."

She thought it was a good excuse.

Astrid took a moment to consider the bunny, who had his own interesting lines and textures to consider as well, though now all she could think of was the Dürer rabbit tucked into her bedside table right now.

Maybe she should do something with rabbits for the wall next...

"He must have a bigger appetite that you'd expect, then," she noted, looking back over to the girl. "What's his name?"

"I don't know," Alluka admitted cheerfully, setting his drink and cookies on a napkin for him before taking a seat of her own. "He hasn't bothered to share that with me."

Which was about the only part of her stuffed toys that she still really believed they did. The rest of it was make-believe.

"I'm Alluka," she added. "Alluka Zoldyck."

"So he's a rabbit of mystery, then," Astrid said, deciding that she sort of appreciated that answer. "And I'm Astrid. Astrid Magnussen."

She then passed a glance back to the bunny, as if expecting him to then finally follow suite, after the girls had identified themselves.

And, around here, she was almost half-expecting it to work.

Alas, though, it did not.

The bunny just stared at both of them.

After a moment, Alluka leaned over and broke one of his cookies in half.

"Are you a student here?" she asked curiously. "It's nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you, too," Astrid smiled softly, reaching for her mug for a sip of her coffee. "And, yeah, I'm a student here. Are...you?"

It seemed like an odd question to ask, since she didn't recall seeing the other girl around much. But Astrid knew she hadn't exactly been a social butterfly this semester. She's been actively doing the oppsite, in fact.

"No," she said, with a light shake of her head. "I used to be, but I graduated a few years ago. Now I run Pixie Dust!"

She didn't look old enough to have graduated or run a store but, well, that was just how it worked sometimes.

And, really, it wasn't even the strangest thing about this place, although Astrid balked slightly at the whole a few years ago part.

"That's one of the clothing stores in town, right?" she asked. "It used to be called something else? Demon Marcus, right?"

Astrid noticed things likethat. And it had been a name Astrid could at least appreciate, a little more now than before.

"Yes," she said, eating the other half of her bunny's cookie and then reaching for her own hot chocolate to take a sip. "But I liked the name Pixie Dust better and that was the name before Demon Marcus. Apparently, it used to be owned by a fairy!"

"...wouldn't Fairy Dust be a better name, then?" asked Astrid, who didn't want to get hung up on details or anything, but... "Or...are they the same thing? I guess I dodn't really know much about either; we don't have anything like that where I'm from."

She was still a little baffled by how casually she'd asked that question, too, considering there had been a time where a conversation like this would have her questioning her sanity. Now? She didn't even bat an eye.

"I think they're the same thing," Alluka said thoughtfully. "Though I've never met a fairy, so I wouldn't know to ask..."

"There might be books in the library about it," Astrid mused, "though I'll bet that some places might consider them the same, and others consider them vastly different. I've never met one, either."

There was, however, a slight pause there.

"That I know of, anyway."

"Maybe they're sneaky and clever?" Alluka suggested. "And, and they don't like being noticed?"

"If that's the case," Astrid decided, "then they're very good at it. We could know a few of them right now and not even realize it."

"I wonder if you can be a fairy and not know it?" Alluka suggested, drinking more hot chocolate.

"That does seem very fairy tale-like," Astrid allowed, thinking about it a little, and, with her hand having been still this long, almost unconsciously picked her pencil back up and started to make a few lines on the paper that, eventually might become wings. "I wonder how you could know something like that? Or maybe it's based on turning a certain age before you can truly come into your fairy powers..."

"But what age would that be?" Alluka wondered, idly kicking one of her legs back and forth. "Or, or maybe it's a certain combination of words?"

"Maybe," Astrid shrugged one shoulder. "I guess that's the kind of thing you can't know until it happens. So I guess...if it happens to one of us, we should just let the other know."

"I guess so," she agreed. "But, but imagine if you suddenly had wings! You'd have to change your whole wardrobe up!"

Alluka's clothes were not even a little bit built to have wings sprout out the back.

"And what kind of wings would they be? Butterfly wings are totally different from dragonfly wings!"

"I think I'd like dragonfly wings," Astrid decided, after a moment to think about it, picking up her eraser to modify the shape of the wings she'd started drawing to match. "They always catch the light in the most interesting ways. They're almost ephemeral. Butterfly ings can be like that, too, but not quite the same.'

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