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The roof, Thursday afternoon

In order to show the people that she whined at yesterday that she was much better now, kthnxs (and to give Blair a chance to apologize, omg!), Nadia was stretched out at a jaunty angle on the roof with her legs propped up on the edge of Bel's garden, guitar in hands, playing something warm and cheerful at the cool, gray sky.

. . .

Shut up. Dar Williams could so be cheerful.

Every now and then she'd pause to partake of the thermos of coffee or box of chocolates she had with her.

[ooc: open with coffee and chocolate to spare]

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"You think I preach to people all the time?"

"I think you've been doing it a lot, lately."

"...oh." Blair nodded. "Okay."

"It's like, you want to tell everyone your idea, but you don't listen to other people talk about theirs if they're not just like yours."

"I thought I was listening." Blair muttered and then he stood. "Listen, I've got to go...uh...study. I'll talk to you later, Nadia."

Nadia sighed again. "Blair, wait."

"No, seriously, we're cool." Blair tossed a wave over his shoulder and headed downstairs. "See ya later, Nadia."

"Blair," It was pretty obvious to Nadia that it wasn't cool. "Dammit," She got up to follow after him.

Blair blinked and turned, holding his hands out in front of him. "What'd I do now?"

"This is what I'm talking about. I'm not trying to be mean. Just . . . I think we're having a good conversation and then you're offended or calling me names and I don't know what's going on."

"I didn't call you any names, man." Blair said quietly.

"Not this time. You really offended me yesterday, and it came out of nowhere. And this time you're suddenly getting up and walking off. I don't even know what I did this time."

"I apologized for that. Are you still angry at me?"

"No. Well, okay, kinda, but it'll go away eventually. Are you mad at me?"

"I don't think I'm angry. Just upset."

"Well, I'm sorry you're upset. That's not what I meant to do."

"That's...a really lame apology." Blair blinked. "You're apologizing for my feelings?"

"I don't know . . . I'm trying to explain? You really hurt me yesterday, but mostly because it was you saying it. We're supposed to be friends."

"That's what I thought too. I didn't actually call you that until you pushed me, you know."

"You implied it. And I am sorry I pushed you. I don't like reacting that way."

"I don't particulary get a kick out of it either. Don't worry, I'll make sure not to imply things about you from now on."

". . . You had to have thought it. Just to come up with it like that. That I dress. . . ." Nadia shook her head. "I don't even know what I did to upset you tonight. I didn't push you, I accepted your apology, and then you're running off."

"We were talking about stereotypes, not about how I personally see you. There are a lot of stereotypes that I know about that I don't believe." Blair shrugged. "One of the times we talked you said that some people see me as a joke and tonight you said I preach at people all the time."

"Maybe it's true, maybe it's not. But I didn't feel like hanging out and braiding each others hair after hearing it."

". . . I don't want to braid your hair. I'm just saying . . . you have a lot of really good ideas. But you tend to assume what you already know is always going to be right, and that's not true about anybody."

"Why would I protest things if I don't think they're wrong and something else is right?" Blair blinked. "Wouldn't that be kinda stupid?"

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