stykera | Room 203, Thursday Evening

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Room 203, Thursday Evening

There hadn't been any weetiny penguins in Stark's room when he left for his class in the morning. By the time he got back there, there were a few, perhaps refugees trying to escape the threat of being boiled in the common room. Over the course of the day, more had arrived. By now he had a whole flock waddling around the room and climbing on the furniture.

Stark thought this was wonderful. Weetiny penguins were almost as good as weetiny bunnies, even if they didn't appear to hug. The little penguin squeaks came very close to making up for that.

Stark was currently sitting in the middle of the room, watching the penguins as they frolicked. One penguin had managed to get itself onto his shoulder and was currently poking one flipper at his mask and squeaking curiously. The door was cracked upon, to allow for penguin traffic flow.

[Door and post are both open and eeeee penguins!]

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Anders had been baking cupcakes, and on his way back to his room with the bounty some bizarre sense of nostalgia had led him to stop next door and give his old room a sentimental look. He sort of missed the gumball lock.

He happened to notice Stark's open, neighboring door and poked his head in, a weetiny penguin peering out of his jacket pocket.

"Hey, Stark. Having fun?"

Stark looked up and grinned.

"Anders! I have penguins! So...yes."

Anders laughed and held up the foil tray he was carrying. "That's good. And you also have cupcakes, now."

The penguin in his pocket waved a weetiny wing almost as if it was making grabby motions at the cupcakes, and gave Stark a weetiny pleading look.

Stark bounced up at the mention of cupcakes, much to the dismay of the penguin on his shoulder who was now making very angry tiny penguin noises and swatting at his mask.

"Sorry, sorry," he said to the penguin, then turned his attention to the cupcakes. Because, well, cupcakes! "You made cupcakes?" Another grin. "Thank you!"

The entire flock of penguins in the room now appeared to be staring at the tray and looking hopeful.

"I did!" Anders looked at the penguins with a bemused grin. "Good thing I made a lot of them, huh?"

The penguin in his pocket nodded furiously and wriggled out, cannonballing to the floor in a tiny black-and-white fuzzy blur to join its fellows in hopeful staring.

And really, how could Anders resist that?

"Okay, okay," he said, taking a few cupcakes from the tray and laying them out on the floor for them. "But no getting crumbs all over, got it?"

"I didn't know penguins liked cupcakes," Stark said, watching as the weetiny birds converged on the food. The one on his shoulder made a noise that sounded suspiciously like "duh!" and then leapt down, landing on another penguin and thwapping at another to get closer to the cupcake.

Stark frowned. "No fighting or I'll eat them all myself." Then he turned back to Anders. "I haven't seen you in...a while. How are you?"

"I'm coping," Anders said. He'd be more emo about it, but it was hard to be emo in the face of so much weetiny cuteness. "Things have been weird. But good. Mostly. I was a watercooler for a little while."

Yeah, he was feeling a little non-sequitur-y.

Apparently the penguins liked the cupcakes, because four or five of them flocked over to him and tried to hug his boots with their wings.

Stark nodded. "Coping is a good thing. Better than not." He paused and gave Anders a very odd look before biting into a cupcake. "Why were you a watercooler?"

"In a word? Bel," Anders said with a sigh. "He, um, got pissed at me for sleeping with Phoebe while he was dead."

Stark blinked a few times, then stared while fighting a sudden urge to maskpalm at Anders.

"...Oh. Um. But he turned you back at least?" Really, what else is there to say to that? "And you and...no, nevermind. None of my business."

"Three kinds of alcohol," Anders said, feeling this an adequate explanation. "And yeah, he turned me back after a few minutes. I got to drip on his shoes first, though."

Anders was oddly vindictive-sounding about that.

Stark just nodded at the mention of the alcohol. Because it was still really not anything he should be concerning himself with. Unless Anders was going to be getting turned into watercoolers on a regular basis. That would be bad.

"That's good," he said uncertainly. "I think?"

It was possible Fandom had finally broken his poor abused brain. More than it already was.

"I like not being watercooler-shaped," Anders said firmly. "I like being me-shaped. I don't want to be a watercooler again."

He didn't mean to break Stark's brain. It just sort of happened.

"I thought being girl-shaped was bad," Stark said. "I think a watercooler would be worse. Probably. But being you-shaped is good. I like being me-shaped."

Stark's brain would get better. Probably. And the cupcakes helped.

"Oooh," Anders said, as a couple of the weetiny penguins suddenly started checking themselves over to see if spontaneous genderswitching had happened. "That got you, huh?"

Anders would be happy to make Stark all the cupcakes he needed for brain-improvement.

Stark nodded. A lot. "It did. And I hope it doesn't ever get me again. I like being me-shaped," he repeated. "Apparently I made a pretty girl. I think I look better as me."

Stark's brain probably need a lot of cupcakes.

Good thing Anders had made a lot of cupcakes, then. He'd be happy to give them all to Stark.

"I'm kinda sorry I missed that," he teased. "But I like you much better as you."

"There are probably pictures," Stark muttered. He thought maybe a picture would be good to have, but at the same time, that meant there was evidence.

"I like you better as you too," he said, then paused. "Of course, I never saw you as a watercooler..."

". . . I looked like a watercooler," Anders said. "At least I had a five-gallon bottle."

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