Room 203, Thursday Evening

[stykera]

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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[stykera]

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?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

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

[stykera]

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."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"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.

[stykera]

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.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"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.

[stykera]

"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.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"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.

[stykera]

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.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

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."

[stykera]

"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..."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

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