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Fifth floor common room, Friday morning (starting at 11 am)

Nadia was up early, in her swim suit top and a pair of cut offs, sitting on the floor in front of the tv with her tubs of blue, white, and yellow paint.

Even if Argentina didn't win, the game was likely to be intense. She was really looking forward to it.

[ooc: appointment postponed, up for slowplay (or not so slow play) as I watch the game. go Argentina!]

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"Argentina colors," he explained, still grinning brightly. "There's always a few fans in the stands who go all out and paint themselves in team colors. So I'm just being the hardcore fan."

"That's nice of you to support Nadia's country that way," Marie replied, not really able to make eye contact.

Conner raised an eyebrow at her. "You okay?"

"Yep, fine," Marie lied. She wondered if it was possible to spontaneously combust from blushing too much.

"You sure?" Conner asked, looking at her. "You look a little flushed. You're not getting sick, are you?"

"I think it's just a little warm in here, that's all," Marie said.

This would not be about when Anders happened to wander in and raise an eyebrow at her behind her back. Nope.

"Temperature seems fine to me." Conner stretched a little bit and eyed her again. "You sure you're not getting sick?"

Marie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied.

She tried really hard to ignore the stretching.

That eyebrow? Totally not going up higher.

No throat-clearing going on either.

The throat-clearing caught Marie's attention and she was grateful to have an excuse to stop looking at Conner.

"Hi," she smiled. "I don't think we've met. I'm Marie."

"Oh, so you're the Marie he says is so hot," Anders responded in a friendly tone, eyebrow still totally not raised (except it was, and directed at Conner now). "Name's Anders, and I gotta say he's not wrong."

He paused. "You okay? You seem sorta . . ." He gestured toward his face. "You're a little red there."

And Anders's words would have caused her to be more red.

"I... um... it's just a little warm in here," Marie stammered. She totally didn't turn around to see what Conner's reaction to Anders's words were except for the part where she kept sneaking glances over her shoulder at him, eyes wide.

"That's what I said," Conner replied casually, eyes still on the TV. "I like red, though. It's a good color."

He rolled his head back over the top of the couch to look up at Anders at the next timeout. "Oh, hi. What are you doing up here?"

Anders whapped him lightly across the top of the head. "Looking for you, dork."

"You knew I was going to be watching the game," Conner pointed out. Then he noticed the eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing," Anders replied, though the eyebrow was still raised. "So anyway, Marie, nice to meet you."

Sadly, Marie hadn't listened to the radio lately.

"You too. Oh, hey! You're Willow's friend," she remembered.

Anders brightened a little at that. "You know Willow? She's my cooking study buddy. She's great." He chucked a thumb in Conner's direction and rolled his eyes playfully. "He thinks she's hot too."

"Willow's my roommate," Marie explained, side-stepping the fact that Conner apparently thinks they're both hot and wondering why Anders feels the need to share that information anyway.

"Oh! Cool," Anders said. He rolled his eyes at Conner again. "He's always running his mouth off about girls he thinks are cute. Personally I think he's trying too hard."

"Oh," Marie said, her tone a little disappointed. After her conversation with Willow yesterday, she was a little more aware that Conner was cute (and nice) and she'd been kind of excited (and terrified) that he thought she was hot. But if he thought that about a lot of girls, she guessed it didn't really mean anything.

"Hey," Conner spoke up. "I happen to consider myself a connoisseur. Just because I think a lot of girls are hot doesn't mean I don't completely appreciate them all."