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Study Hall -- Thursday, November 3rd

Having no idea how to help other people deal with grief (her usual method of dealing with it is either to scream about how everybody else is going to die from nuclear holocaust or to shoot something), Sarah has left every possibly comfortingly cliche thing she can think of on her desk -- teddy bears, tissues, chocolate, etc. Also, in addition to the puppies, now there's a basketful of kittens for cuddling.

Meanwhile, Sarah has fallen asleep in her chair. Let it never be said that Sarah can't find a way to avoid having teenagers that aren't hers cry on her shoulders.

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He sets down his plate of cake, leaning over the table and holding up the frog to look down on her from above. "Plausible deniability does not negate the fact that you are a devious snake in the grass! And, what, you think I'd let you have the satisfaction of knowing I was humiliated?" Krycek finally grins, shaking his head. "Give it up, woman, either you tell me or I find out on my own and make you regret it."

Cowering down from the frog, Duce retorts, "It's NOVEMBER! While we cannot deny our own more salient reptile-like qualities, we do deny that we've been in grass anytime in the last couple weeks!"

.. and suddenly, the cowering's not just a joke as she sort of shrinks in on herself. Her ears occasionally work. "You were humiliated? What? Why?"

He's about to menace her again when her tone takes him by surprise. Leaning over the table still, he blinks, smiling gently. "Not so bad, don't worry. I just haven't ever celebrated my birthday." There's the sense that it's a little overwhelming to him, and while he's dealing, part of him reels at the fact that people are going out of their way to do things for him.

Duce relaxes as Alex displays non-trauma, and then both eyebrows shoot for her hairline, "What.. not EVER?" She looks like she's about to say something deathly scathing about every single friend he's had before now.. but she bites it back with a muttered, "Get used to it. You've got at least three more years of them to get through." She tilts her head up at him, adding, "And Christmas. And all those other excuses on the calendar to make fusses for people. Cuz.." Her voice changes tone again, "we don't have many people to make fusses over, and you're one of them, so we're gonna take every excuse the calendar offers."

Giving the frog a wary glance, she looks back up at Krycek and says quietly, "April 1. We'll be 17."

Krycek rolls his eyes a little, standing back up. "I've celebrated it, just not in a long time. And never with so much fuss." He wiggles the frog in her direction, smirking. "We'll just have to fuss back, I guess."

Finally getting an answer, he arches his eyebrows. "Was that so hard?" The frog looks satisfied and particularly smug.

Duce stands, glowering at Krycek but mostly with amusement.

There's a blur, and the smug-looking amphibious bastard is gone from Krycek's hands, and popped into Duce's mouth without fanfare.

There's another blur, and the frosting that was remaining on her fingers now decorates it's new home: a line down Krycek's nose.

Swallowing the formerly-frog-shaped frosting, Duce smirks, "No, not hard at all."

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Study Hall -- Thursday, November 3rd

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