#rutgers

"Okay that is weird, because you got stamina for days"

"Yeah, like I said."

"Weird."

"Well, I think I'll avoid petting them then" He says

Nod. "Smart."

Then he looks at the time "Ack, sorry, got to go. Class soon"

"Right! Sure! Sorry!"

And he races off

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Late morning, that is. Late enough for Sylvi to have finished getting Goldfinch back into some semblance of order, make sure everybody got through the night okay, and hustle back down to Rutgers. And now she's coming through the door to the apartment. "Dagmar? Symon?" she calls out, not too loudly.

Symon left a note - he's out. And... no Dagmar?

She checks, knocking on Dagmar's bedroom door.

Meow

Odin has opinions and isn't quiet

As she's checking the bedroom, the sound of a heavy tread climbing the stairs. Has she been out already?

Surely, she's not just getting back...

Sylvi opens the door enough to peek through and let Odin out into the rest of the apartment. So he's at the door to complain at Dagmar when she comes in.

"RROW!"

Dag enters, wearing jeans and a bright-green tie-dyed sweatshirt that... looks nothing like she would normally wear.

Sylvi blinks...and grins. "Well, hey!"

Surprised and awkward grin. Trying to be casual. "Oh, hey!"

"I was... out..."

"Yeah, I got that impression." Sylvi can't help smiling. "Good Samhain? I mean, what you remember of it?"

Dagmar tints lilac again. "What I remember, yeah. It went... it was nice, yes."

Another smile. "That's a good color on you." She might be referring to the shirt.

"I.. uh.. I.. thanks? Um. It's borrowed."

Though no one knows who owns those jeans. They are fitting perfectly

"Pretty nice fit for borrowed. Annnnnnd...can I ask, borrowed from whom?" She takes a seat to listen. Odin, meanwhile, is twining around Dagmar's ankles. He's clearly STARVING TO DEATH (no he isn't).

VERY purple.

"Um. One of Masey's sorority sisters, I think."

Sylvi bounces in her chair a bit, smiling with happiness. "Sounds like you had a great Samhain!"

Headbump at Dagmar's ankles. He will bring her down if she does not feed him soon

She scoops up the cat.

"It.. what I remember is good."

Odin purrs, then complains, then purs again

He's got range!

"Hey, any Samhain you can walk away from is good. Feeling good while walking away? That's a bigtime win."

"True."

"And, well, I... I mean, I wanted to do something different."

"Yeah." The smile is more of a fond grin now. "I'm glad you had fun."

She tugs on the hem of the shirt. "I didn't do anything wrong."

The grin slips away. "Whoa. Did somebody say you did?"

"No!"

Suddenly, complaint time is over, and Odien nose rubs Dagmar to sooth her

"Good!"

She presses her forehead against Odin's, closing her eyes.

"Yeah. I mean, what I remember was good."

A rusty purr

"I think I had a good fight. And I went to a party after."