Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday evening

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow was bored. So she took her hedgehog Philbert over to the common room to watch TV.

To her delight, Stage Right was on.

Of course it wasn't on a premium channel, so a lot of the swear words were dubbed. But still!

"You'll like this," she told Philbert. "There's dancing!"

[ooc: Open!]

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[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"Right," Naminé said quickly. "Just curious. I wouldn't go to her office again, were I you." Because the last thing this boy needed was more of whatever was wrong with him.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"...I wasn't planning on it," Jeff said, tilting his head at her. Certainly, she was gorgeous (whoomph went the nudity buffer), but that was awfully random. Perhaps there was something wrong with her? "Are you all right?" he asked, concerned.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine, thank you for asking," she smiled. "I came down here to sketch. Which is probably horribly rude of me, to sit in a common room off to myself."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

But Jeff was not so easily thwarted. "Are you sure?" he asked.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé tilted her head at him. "I'm positive," she said slowly. "I always sketch. There's nothing quite so strange about drawing, you know. Lots of people do."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

And now Jeff's poor confused head was trying to figure out if that was a euphemism.

"Is that a euphemism?" he asked, "I wasn't very good at innuendo class, sometimes I get confused and trip accidentally."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"You had a class in innuendo?" Naminé asked. This conversation was starting to make her head hurt.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

He was going to take that as a 'yes'.

Jeff's internal wires crossed.

He couldn't respond by doing anything other than staring at her-- face. Yes. Face.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé stared back. "Are you quite certain you didn't hit your head or something today?" she asked nervously. "There's a clinic here, you know. We could go, if you like."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

He continued staring right up until the point a part of his brain woke up enough to inform him of a particularly important piece of information.

"I have a girlfriend!"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Right. This poor fellow had clearly had some serious trauma today, regardless of whether he realized it or not. Naminé felt awful about nearly laughing earlier.

She nodded and spoke very soothingly. "How nice for you! That must be rather grand. Is she here?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"...No," Jeff scrambled, "I mean, she's very present-- she's a very present girlfriend, I mean, it's not as if she's-- unpresent. She's just present elsewhere! Close by. ...Just not here."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"So she's ... not at Fandom?" Naminé asked, still speaking slowly. And trying to follow this strange chain of conversation. "Do you miss her a great deal?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"No, no no no!" Jeff said, sounding nervously relieved. How he pulled that one off was anyone's guess, "She's just off being present on another floor."

He paused.

"...I wish she didn't do that."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"You could go to her floor," Naminé suggested. "Drop in and say hello? She might like that."

It had occurred to Naminé that this girlfriend might only be a figment of his fractured mind, but she hoped that wasn't true. Except that meant he was in a relationship with some poor girl, and perhaps it was better to hope for the other alternative?