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Date: January 4, 2001
Status: Private - Adam, Pepper
Setting: Pepper's Room
Summary: Adam wants to check up on his friend.


It had been three days since their New Year's kiss and Adam hadn't seen Pepper anywhere. He was starting to get a little worried. It could have gone better, sure, but she wouldn't just avoid him afterward, would she? He didn't want that to happen again.

Just in case, Adam went to the kitchen and armed himself with Wensleydale's best hot cocoa. When Wens had learned it was for Pepper, he added extra whipped cream and a mint leaf. Smiling faintly, Adam carried it carefully up the stairs and knocked on her door.

"Pep? You in there? I got somethin' for ya."

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Pepper had been coating her hands in some generic brand of Neosporin-like ointment in hopes of mending her poor fingers and forearms. She'd gotten a little overzealous in the greenhouse, and the plants had not appreciated it. She thought she might send Crowley a note and ask if he would give them another lecture. She just wasn't frightening enough. These past few days it was no wonder, really.

When the knock came Pepper was fully prepared to tell whoever it was to come right in, but she paused at the call. She could keep silent, pretend she wasn't there. He'd know of course, but at least she wouldn't have to do this. It was also childish, though, and in the end it was her pride that demanded she call back. She had to prove she wasn't broken, not for anything. Least of all for something as ridiculous as... well, not a broken heart. That sounded over-dramatic, and girly besides.

"Yeah, in 'ere." She pushed down the sleeves of her green cotton sweater to make her scrapes less evident, but she didn't face him. Not yet. Instead, she kept busy by oiling her sheers with a rag at her desk. Probably not the nicest thing to do around the furniture, but she didn't really care.

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"Bloody hell!" she shrieked, grabbing Sharky from where he'd fallen by the wayside, and beating Adam over the head with him. "Not fair! I can't-" gasp for air "-turn your hair into gold 'f I can't- ah!"

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Pepper made a face. "Er, think I'll pass on that one, thank you. That would be jus' about as weird as you 'n women's underclothes." Though the rugby part would probably be fun. "Unless you've been hankerin' to try on a bra?" she teased. She moved her fingers to her back as though she were considering removing the thing and handing it over to him.