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[workaphilic]

[The journal opens to the sound of footsteps on these very icy hallways, and the voice of your very favorite giant toolbag, mid-sentence.

He's rambling, a little.]

-- not impossible to suppose I may have overlooked some potential of the castle's recent redecoration. Not to say that it isn't insipid, of course, because it is, but if we're to suffer this through the holiday, there must be something, something, something....

[There's a pause. He climbs onto one of the ice couches in one of the ice hallways, stands braced with one foot on the arm and the other on the not-so cushions, ostensibly to look at the wall.

When in doubt, climb furniture.]

Oh, yes. I can 'make it work,' as it were.

((Open, both over the journal and in person! Feel free to run into him anywhere in the castle; he's super bored, and will be climbing shit anywhere and everywhere. Also, kissmas shenanigans (planned or unplanned) are welcome!))

Comments

[fredless]

Ok, well how bout using a few more words than that then?

[Fred continues to watch him, openly amused]

[workaphilic]

[He bends over sideways to peer at the center of the wall, just behind the back of the couch.]

I'm observing.

[fredless]

[Well, there's plenty of that to observe here. She'll give him that]

Find anything interesting yet?

[workaphilic]

Not anything worth chatting about.

[He hops down and twists to look at her, finally. He does a cursory, evaluative glance before his eyes focus on her face.]

What do you want?

[fredless]

[The directness doesn't phase her. After four years here, five in Pylea and a stint with Angel in between she's seen all kinds]

Well my first inclination was to see if you needed any help.

[workaphilic]

I don't. [Probably good that she can handle directness, because it only gets worse from here.] What was your second inclination?