fandomhigh | (no subject)

Walter comes in, loads up, looks around, and takes a seat across from Nadia.

"I heard the announcement. Glitter is really just a start, yes?"

Nadia is slightly startled, having been pretty absorbed in her notes, but nods. "I'm thinking it'll have to be. If nothing else, I might as well earn my detentions."

Nodding, Walter takes a big bite of his pheelly cheese-a steek and waits until his mouth isn't full before commenting, "I do not mind the threat of detention as long as I have earned it. I think we will need to make sure you get your money's worth out of being stuck all day tomorrow."

Nadia shrugged. "At least it's with a teacher I know. It could be worse."

"Good attitude. Did you have a chance to pick up the supplies yet? What do I owe you if you did?"

Nadia nodded. "I got a gallon of glitter and a bucket. It was about 27 dollars. Do we need anything else?"

Walter took a big bite of his sandwich before fishing out his wallet and handing over a ten and a five.

"I'm thinking there are a couple of things that would make the bucket a more permanent fixture in the principal's office and also keep us from getting in more trouble for dumping a bucket on his head that results in concussion, stitches, or being fed to locker 327. I can pick them up later today. I'm on my own tonight and for the weekend anyway."

Nadia frowned, not certain what Walter was referring to. "You mean Alfred is--Oh!" She shakes her head at her own cluelessness. "You mean Victor. Where's he going?"

Walter shook his head. "Back to Xavier's - the school for mutants he attended before coming here. It is supposed to be for the weekend, but he is not certain if that will be true or not."

He looked down at his hands with their nine rings instead of ten and shook his head again. "He will be back," he said with more certainty than he felt.

Nadia had a blankish look on her face that came from the inside of her brain battling itself as to whether to rejoice, feel heartrending guilt, or just be sympathetic to her friend.

Thankfully, since she is, basically, a nice person, the third combatant wins.

"Of course he will. You've got nothing to worry about."

Walter was a bit preoccupied to notice the blankish look. He had to be preoccupied to bring up Victor with Nadia, since the boyfriend was a bit of a conversational landmine.

He stuck a putetu cheeps (which looked suspiciously like a crisp) into his mouth and crunched before sticking his worry for Victor away in the back of his head to niggle quietly at him.

"Thanks."

Time for a non-emo subject change. "I haven't seen our third party to pin down when to prepare the glitter gift for Dewey. Knowing him, he'll be joining us for lunch at some point. If we miss him, I'll just bring him cigarettes and alcohol later."

Nadia raises an eyebrow at how carefully Walter isn't identifying this "third party". "Should we have code names? Maybe work incognative?"

English isn't her first language. She's pretty sure that wasn't the right word.

"Incog-something, anyway."

"Incognito," he supplies and shivers for some meta reason (http://crimsonsguns.tripod.com/icon12c.jpg).

"No. I just do not want any suspicious bushes catching his name and getting him in trouble until I know he is signed on for trouble. After that, all is fair."

Nadia looks vaguely disappointed ~~for less meta-reasons~~, but shrugs. "Okay." She's not quite sure what Walter means by "suspicious bushes" ~~because she's totally oblivious when it comes to the radio~~, but figures he probably has his mysterious, Walter-ish reasons. She repeats "incognito" softly to herself a few times to fix it in her memory. "Are you working at Cafe Fina tomorrow night? It'd be nice to have some good food after spending the day in detention."

"Yes. Every Saturday and Sunday. If I know you're coming, I can have the chef make something special for you. You know friends always get better treatment."

Nadia grinned and promised herself that she would do whatever she had to do to prevent herself from even humming or whistling when she went. "You should stop by Empire this weekend, too. I'll see about getting Lucas to make you a button, or something." Nadia raised her eyebrows. "And maybe show you some of the less obnoxious modern music to supplement Cole Porter."

Walter laughed at that. "That sounds like a deal. Music and food are always good choices. No Pink Floyd, though. I have already explored that genre as far as I want to go."

Nadia laughed. "No Pink Floyd, I promise. You might like Iron & Wine or the Shins, though."

"Somehow I have a feeling those will be nothing like Vera Lynn, but I am sure you can find me something I will like."