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Marty comes by and waves at Nadia.

"Hey Nadia. How are classes going?"

Nadia waves back, choosing to use the hand holding the tender, and consequently sends a few droplets of soup into the air. "Eh," she says, "they're okay. How's the plan to escalate the floor conflict going?"

Marty scoots back to avoid the soup droplets. "Plans? Who says I have any plans?" Marty says with a small smile.

Nadia fakes an American accent ~~badly~~. "'This means war!'" She takes a bite of her tender. "That's what you said, isn't it?"

[ooc: bouncing back and forth between my desk and the warehouse, so responses will be slow]

Marty chuckles at Nadia's fake accent. "Yes... but I didn't say I had any plans. Yet."

If Nadia were in the position to bow, she might have. "Well, I look forward to whatever it will be. And then topping and squashing it."

Marty held up his hands in a complacent gesture. "Now see... some people might think of that as a challenge as far as you know I haven't started anything just yet."

Nadia shook her head. "Don't worry. I'll let you get in the next shot."

"Well that's very nice of you," Marty said rolling his eyes. "Just remember who it was who waved off Principal Smith when you and Sydney were running around in your underwear."

Nadia frowned. "Smith was there?" She thought for a moment. "And it was Syd's underwear."

"Really? you guys share- You know what? So not going there..." Marty said backing away from a topic that would no doubt end in a slap to his face.

"Yeah, Smith showed up (http://www.livejournal.com/users/oatmanspatient/32058.html?thread=550458#t550458) just as you were leaving. Apparently you weren't the only one who got that message about the fer- you know."

Nadia shook her head at the thought of the near miss, not even noticing Marty's flustered expression at the thought of her borrowing Sydney's lingerie. "You flirted with Smith, too?" She started giggling. "Oh, your girl must have loved hearing that,"

"I didn't flirt with Smith! My voicemail got sent to multiple including Smith! I was only flirty with my girl- *coughs* I was only flirting with Angela." Marty says sulking a bit.

Nadia shrugs, which looks kind of odd the way she's lying on the floor. "But it's funnier if you say it my way." Her expression softened. "You know I'm just teasing you, right?"

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"Anyone who has any plans that may result in my having to deal with Nadia's cat had better warn me. That's all I'm saying."

Walter drops into a seat and nods to Marty. "Walter Dornez. I don't think we've met yet."

At the mention of someone having a pet Marty frowns a little. "Nice to meet you Walt. I take it the cat put that bruise on your head?"

"Walter," he corrects.

"No. Furball didn't do that. "

He clears his throat and looks for another subject. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Sorry Walter," Marty says extending his hand and noticing the plate of snickerdoodles. "Martin Blank. Snickerdoodles huh? Brave guy to eat some of those around here without checking the ingredients first."

"A guy's gotta eat." And eat. And eat. And eat. There's a remarkable amount of food on Walter's tray.

"But the snickerdoodles are for Smith. We're paying him a social call this evening."

Marty blinked a couple of times. "Really? A Social call? That's more than brave. I'm thinking... insanity?"

Walter shrugged, grinning unrepentently. "I don't know. I suppose you'd need to define sanity and I haven't met someone qualified to do that yet."

He winked. "Besides, Smith won't actually be there."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!" Marty said laughing. "I may not be a qualified therapist, but I know when someone's gone nuts."

Marty is quite amused.

"Good luck with that. I assume you're shooting for permanent detention?"

"Why not? Han already beat me for earliest detention of the semester."

Walter doesn't appear to be in the least bit fazed to be called nut. Probably because he is.

Marty nods with a small smile on his face, he can appreciate goals. "Well I think my all time record was three weeks in a row. And then I got kicked off the student council because a teacher attacked me."

"Which teacher and why?" Walter asks with unabashed curiosity.