Who: Kylie & Radcliff What: Just talking. Srs Christmas talking. Where: Aubade 502/The Sailor Pad When: Late Christmas evening Warnings: Probably none. Unless they start arguing, then there could be cursing.
Radcliff's bedroom.
Kylie eyed the door for several moments before she ventured toward it. It was like his lair; she was very apprehensive about disturbing him there. On the one hand, Rad could be grouchy like a sleepy bear. On the other hand, she figured if anyone could set her straight, he could. Bunny was too cuddly for the conversation she wanted to have, and Skyler... was a little hard to concentrate around, right at the moment. But Rad (while still managing to be an epic jerkface like half the time) was solid and intelligent.
And although Kylie had no intention of explaining this to him, she was more than willing to make good use of his niche.
"Rad?" The door was slightly ajar, but she still knocked, and then slipped one hand through the open bit. In it was a little yogurt container and a spoon, which she waved a bit. Like the food version of a white flag. "Can I come in?"