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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is more irritable than usual. His arms are crossed, lips thin, and the hiss in his high-pitched voice is slightly more pronounced. But he's not ranting (yet).]

Whoever is using the fifth floor common room as your personal deposit bank, you have one hour to remove your things before I'm confiscating it and throwing it overboard.

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[you_run_i_chase]

What the fuck crawled up your ass?

[timesbureaucrat]

Crawled up my...? [Between Parker and Kay, Narvin is learning the best English idioms.]

Nothing. But I'm responsible for the fifth floor common room and [have become territorial as hell] my job isn't made any easier when people hide stashes in it.

[you_run_i_chase]

...Okay.

[Private] After the encounter with Slater

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is unnerved now, rather than snappish.]

Miss Parker, may I ask you something in confidence?

[Private]

[you_run_i_chase]

What?

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

I--

[He pauses, trying to think of a good way to say, "I seriously wanted to kill someone for no reason. How worried should I be?"]

I think I need a way to work off an unusually high amount of aggression. Do you have any suggestions?

[Private]

[you_run_i_chase]

Go to the gym and beat the hell out of the bag. Shoot something. Go into CES and blow something up.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

Of course.

...

But if it doesn't work?

[Private]

[you_run_i_chase]

Lots of sex. Violent, aggressive sex.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin, little prude that he is, coughs awkwardly.]

I see. Thank you.

[Kay can thank or scold Parker later.]

[Private]

[most_feared]

[Kay would, but he's still not sure what catnip Narvin got into.]

[Private]

[you_run_i_chase]

You're welcome.

It's probably just fucking weird holiday stress. Take a few days and get your head on right.