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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

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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[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Because it amuses me," she reiterated, her smirk morphing into something catlike. "An' my amusement is all that matters, I'll 'ave you know."

She pondered over that certain tendency they all had when around Adam to only name things for what they were. In all her years she had never managed a reason for it that seemed likely, but she had never asked either. "Unlike Dog, who was forced to bear his reindeer antlers with pride."

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"It amuses you?" he repeats fondly. "What, are you anglin' to be the Roman emperor instead?" Adam stood haughtily and pointed across the room. "Bring me the blond one in the back. He amuses me. The impertinent one on the right. SEIZE HIM! Hold him for pokin' immediately."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

She sat back on her bed, putting her pillow behind her back and straightening up as regally as she could. "That sounds 'bout right. And when the pokin' has ceased he can rub my feet an' feed me grapes." Being Roman emperor sounded like it would work out just fine. She rather thought her voice was suited for shouting SEIZE HIM all the time, in fact.

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Adam snorted. "I c'n get you grapes, but your feet are on their own. You been muckin' 'round in that greenhouse and I don't even wanna know what you an' Crowley use for fertilizer in there."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

"I dun't walk around in the greenhouse in my bare feet!" she protested. "With what's on the floor there? Got to be crazy to try it." Her lips curled secretively. "We use the dead bodies of the ones who have grown neglected their duties of foot-rubbing, grape-feeding and fun-to-pokeness. It makes the plants grow good and strong, really."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"I'll be turned into plant food if I dun't please you? You're gettin' a little too good at this emperor thing. You're like Caligula or somethin'."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

She stuck her tongue out at Caligula. "Nah, he was barkin' mad. I'd rather be like Alexander the Great. Or Cleopatra. Maybe we should switch countries."

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Adam raised an eyebrow. "You gonna go killin' yourself with a snake?" There was only one of those around the Manor...

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Now it was her turn to blush. What with how the writers had made it all dramatic and said that the queen had held the snake to her breast to bite her. Well, that didn't make anything very comfortable. "No," she snapped with a majestic air to get the attention off her cheeks. "I'd be a better Cleopatra than the old one. I'd be smart 'nough not to 'ave to kill myself.

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He laughed. "Well, that's all right, then."

With a glance at the door, Adam looked back at Pepper. "Looks like I've gotta get goin' now, but it was good to talk to you, Pep. I'm glad we're all right an' everythin'. I'll keep an eye out for Brian and you do the same for Wensley, okay?"

Adam was half-way out the door before he stuck his head back in with a grin. "I don't think 'e's poisonous, anyway..." Then he ducked out again to avoid any flying objects.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

She nodded and watched him start to leave. His parting shot made her get to her feet and wish that she had something only slightly damaging to throw (just for the scare factor, not to actually cause any irreprable harm).

"Bloody prat!" she shouted after him. "You are goin' to get the soundest beatin' of your life next time I see your face, you hear me?"

It didn't really matter if he did, the words weren't as important as the sound of shouting. She smiled and went back to her desk to finish her hot chocolate.