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[illdrinktothat]

 District 7 is even colder than Walter remembers it being, and that's saying something. He's thankful that Caro's speech is held inside - outside's more or less a blizzard, at the moment - and even if 7 is about as bad off as 12 is, they still manage a reception that can be called reasonably warm, given the circumstances. It's a better atmosphere than the one he was greeted with on his Victory Tour, at least. Still he mostly suffers through the party despite it, and despite the refreshments. He sees very little of 7's resident Victors, especially Murphy, but that's mostly to be expected. They're not sociable people. Not in this setting, at least.

He gives Weyoun credit that the Escort tries to get them free of the festivities and back to the train as soon as they can - but he goes and throws something of a wrench in those plans. They're not going back to the train. Not tonight, no. He's going to go visit with Murphy while he has the goddamn opportunity to. The rest of the team can skip it if they want, he doesn't care.

Soo now he's trudging up the icy, snowy path road to the Victor's Village. It's not even that long of a walk but it's uphill and... well, 12 gets cold and icy, but not like this. He's wearing the best fucking coat he could find and about four layers of clothes and he's still fucking freezing. And Murphy's house would be the last fucking one in the row. <I>Goddamn you antisocial bastard,</I> as if Walter isn't exactly the same way.

He's grateful when he does finally reach the goddamn steps of the house. It's basically the same as all the others, not even really all that different from the ones in 12's Victor's Village. The brief cacophony of barking that greets him when he knocks is something else entirely. How many more dogs has he even gotten since last time?

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[caroflower]

Caro glares at Walter. Stop smirking. Then she's blinking at being "the new Victor lady." Well, it's not the worst thing she's been called this week.

And now it looks like the party is moving into the other room. Caro gently sets the puppy down on the floor and stands. The puppy is not thrilled with this, but he trots along after Caro readily enough. Huh.

Oh hey, and it's actually warm in here. Caro can unbutton her coat now.

[illdrinktothat]

Walter's too busy navigating being pulled into another room while dealing with his cat. His small, agitated, demanding cat, who's once more underneath his sweater because he can't really fight her while he's stumbling after Charlie.

"Alright, alright, I'm comin. If it's another pinecone I swear to god..." He's mostly kidding about the last bit.

[murphypendleton]

"Nooo, it's not a pinecone." Charlie laughs. Whatever it is, he has to go digging around in a chest behind the sofa for it for a couple minutes. Which means he finally lets go of Walter, at least. After a moment he manages to pull out a... deer skull and one antler, broken off. "We found it outside town, isn't it awesome."

Charlie illustrates the awesomeness by holding the antler up to his head and looking very pleased with himself.

Murphy, for his part, settles down into an armchair followed shortly by Daisy, who ends up more or less on his feet. He's pleased as can goddamn be that one of the puppies took a liking to Caro.

[caroflower]

Caro follows along, puppy trailing along behind. She ends up sort of hovering awkwardly in the doorway as Charlie shows off the skull.

She... really doesn't know what to do with herself. So she turns and looks, and sure enough, she has a little fuzzy barky shadow. Well okay. She leans down and scoops the puppy up and holds him, mostly for something to do. He's very cute.

"Oh eurgh, let's not," she says, wrinkling her nose as the puppy licks her face. Dog breath. Nice.

[illdrinktothat]

"You sure it's not a pinecone," Walter squints skeptically at Charlie shows off his prize. "Because I can't tell, it might be."

Bourbon seems to have calmed the fuck down for the moment, so Walter flops back onto the sofa and sets her on the cushion beside him. It means kitten exploring the room time has started, but that's fine. It'll keep Charlie busy. Doesn't mean he's not gonna be watching that cat like a hawk, though.

[murphypendleton]

"Uncle Walter! Don't be ridiculous." Charlie's already got a chiding sort of laugh down. "It's from one of the deer. I wish I had both antlers though."

The cat immediately distracts him; the skull and antler end up set aside and forgotten almost as soon as she's padding around on the couch cushion. Charlie's pretty good with approaching her alright despite his age, at least. He just really wants to pet the kitty so badly.

Murphy catches a glance of poor Caro awkwardly in the door, so he gestures around. "Make yourself at home." And take the puppy when you leave, for fuck's sake.

[caroflower]

Caro would really like to plop down on the couch next to Walter, but there's a number of reasons why she shouldn't. So instead she splits the difference and sits down on the floor next to where Walter's sprawling all over the sofa. She's comfortable enough on the floor anyway, and now the puppy is a safe distance from Bourbon, she's a safe distance from the mystery that is Charlie, and she still gets to more or less sit next to Walter. Perfect plan.

And she'll just, uh, pet the puppy. Because this is awkward somehow. Well everything is awkward when you're Caro, apparently. At least the puppy is still cute and apparently not tired of her.