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"We're Bored, So Let's Party" Party: Dorm Stairwells (First-Fifth Floors), Friday Early Afternoon On

Okay, so it wasn't the best planned or fanciest party in the world. There weren't any streamers or banners, just a few hand-scrawled signs on printer paper reading "We're Bored, So Let's Party!" There wasn't even a theme really, but that sort of was the theme, as he and Nadia had concluded yesterday. Besides, Anders was tired and not exactly up to his usual standard of movement. Plus, they were saving all the decorations and planning for the real party, after all the new kids arrived. Oh yes. ~~Mwahahaha.~~

Small tables of snacks, food, and drinks (and of course the ubiquitous supply of cupcakes, since this was after all Anders) had been laid out on all the landings between the first and fifth floors, and the common rooms had been raided for chairs and seat cushions to form makeshift seating areas in the hallways near the stairwells.

Hey, an impromptu party was better than boredom, right?

[OOC: OCD up. Party on. ~~Shut up I totally knew the original subject line was too long the whole time.~~]

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That was possibly a good sign. Nadia leaned against a banister (after checking both ways for zooming Pippis or Anderses), crossed her arms a little defensively, and looked up at him. "Yeah?"

There was a slightly grunt. She looked a little pissed. That was, however, better than her looking very pissed. After that morning, he really did not need this to go badly. "M'sorry about how I acted yesterday," he said. "I was being kind of an ass; y'didn't deserve any of that."

Nadia looked down for a moment, reaching up to rub the side of her neck before nodding. "I didn't have to keep pestering you, though." She looked back up. "What did I do to piss you off?"

"Y'didn't do anything," Chad said, shoulders sagging a bit. "S'why you really didn't deserve it. I was pissed off at myself, but took it out on you, jus' 'cause you were there. That ain't right."

Another small nod. "I'm not going to ask why you were so mad at yourself. But the offer to spar still stands. Getting tossed to the mat a few times by a girl half your size might do you some good."

Chad grunted, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair and realized that even that he took as dirty. Maybe he really did have a problem. With everything'd that happened, he was starting to feel that maybe, just maybe, this extended beyond typical sixteen-year-old hormones. He was trying to give an honest apology here...

"Thanks for the offer," he said, "but I probably won't take ya up on it. I don't do that stuff anymore."

Nadia swallowed a sigh. "That's up to you. But remember the trolls? I don't remember if you were here for the creepy silent guys, but we get stuff like that all the time. If you don't know how to fight, and practice how to fight, even if it is in a controlled environment where you're not going to hurt anyone, you're just going to get hurt or get other people hurt when it comes right down to it."

It was a little long winded, but Nadia did seem to know what she was talking about.

". . . Have you had any training, Chad?"

"A little," Chad grunted, really not wanting a lecture at this point. But at least it was about something different than what he deserved to be lectured on. "But it's all been that spirit force stuff with my arm. But I don't need to train. I was fine with those trolls, they didn't even touch me." Touch being a relative term more suited to mean 'injure,' because he was wrestling the damn things.

Nadia could be exceptionally argumentative when the mood struck her. Fortunately for Chad, though, she just kind of shrugged that off with a "never said the trolls were trained, either," then looked for a change of subject. She got about as far as "So. . . ." before trailing off.

Because she was absolutely dying to either convince him to try sparring with her or to ask what was bothering him yesterday, and neither seemed like good conversation topics.

"So..." Chad's shoulders shifted a little, and he tugged at the collar of his shirt in a way to possibly cover up a subject of inspired conversation should the pause have been for a lack of one. Thankfully, Chad had somewhere to go with his 'so.'

"...we cool, then?"

"Yeah, I guess." Nadia gave him a faux-hard look. "Next time you're mad at me, though, I get an explanation, right? More than just 'you were there'. Cause it's really weird seeing you go all angry in the gym."

"But I wasn't mad at you," there was almost...almost a whimper imbedded in that grunt. "At all. You ain't done anything that could have made me mad. Ya jus'....had...bad timing."

Nadia lowered her voice. "When I asked if I was part of what had made you that mad, you said 'how could you not be?' I definitely did something. I don't know if it was bothering you when you were already mad, or something before that, but there had to have been something."

"Oh. That." Chad rubbed the back of his neck again. "I'd...rather not get into that. But it wasn't why I was...initially mad."

"But I did do something. How am I supposed to know not to do it again if you don't tell me what it was?"

"It's...not something you need to worry about doin' again, so...don't worry about it, okay?"

Nadia looked at Chad with both eyebrows raised. "You don't . . . actually expect me to be able to not worry about it, do you?"

Chad lifted his shoulders a bit before dropping them again. "...A boy can hope."

"There's hoping, and there's being kinda dumb."

"...I take it you put that in the 'dumb' category."

Halleluiah, it can be taught.

"You tell me I did something to make you angry enough to beat up a punching bag despite you refusing to fight unless you have to, and then tell me not to worry about it? Yes. Dumb."

Chad shook his head. "No. Something was making me angry enough to beat up a punching bag, then you showed up, I was reminded of something else that made me angry, and that's what I'm telling...you...not...uh, to worry about."

Yeah. That probably didn't work well, either.

Nadia nodded. "Also dumb. What did I do to make you mad, Chad?"

"You're really not going to let this go until I tell you something, are you?"

"Preferably the truth. I'm stubborn and prone to blaming myself for things. Just ask Walter."

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