third floor common room | morning | wednesday | july 1

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Alex wasn't sure when Griff would be coming back from his trip so, since he had some sense of self preservation, he decided to make himself scarce. That included going one floor up and settling in a completely different common room then his own floor's. Griff could just make his discoveries on his own time. For now, Alex was sprawled on one of the couches, not quite hungover but not bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Of course, he wasn't ever really in that sort of mood. He was drinking (coffee) and eating (toast) and listening to some early morning news show that made no sense but it was noise and it kept him from falling asleep.

Despite it being morning, it was a vacation so Alex figured being up and lazy was allowed.

[open common room, of course. *goofs off at work*]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're eating cereal and letting me kick you," he said and did it again, grinning. "That's pretty damn boring."

But he wasn't complaining.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You seem to be finding me plenty entertaining," she pointed out. He was looking pretty cheerful, at the very least.

And hey, she wasn't letting him kick her. Was at least hitting back. That counted.

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"Well, weren't you the one who said you're better than the people on my floor?" he asked, tucking a leg underneath him and stopping with the kicking for the moment. "Maybe this means you're right."

Or.

"Or maybe not. I don't know everyone on the second floor to make that judgment yet."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I am right." She's always right, remember! "You should assume that automatically by now. Save you a lot of time."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You think you're better than me?" he asked, pretty much expecting an affirmative answer to that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged lightly, picking at her handful of Lucky Charms. She probably wasn't, but she had her pride. "I'm sure you have your moments."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Huh, you surprised me," he admitted with a light laugh. "I thought that would be an easy yes for you. Lucky Charms dulling your confidence?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I was being nice." She can be, sometimes. "And cereal should not be this colour."

Notice she's eating it anyway? Yeah.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

So can he. "You have your moments too." See? "And it's American food. We like fattening things that are pretty colors so we don't get distracted halfway through dinner and go burn board games."

He could tease too.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smirked. "Board game melting is an after dinner activity," she informed him. "S'okay, you're new, wouldn't know."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't exactly do family dinners at the dining room table," he admitted, making it sound as casual as could. "Couldn't have an after dinner if you didn't have a dinner."

Sometimes, literally.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She glanced over at him a moment, a very brief appraisal before inclining her head in a sort of agreement with that statement. "True."

"From what I've seen, you're not missing much with that." Possibly because while her family wasn't nearly as broken as his, they were still well messed up in their way.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can kick my envy down to a manageable four on a scale of one to ten, then," Alex joked. They could have an issues duel. It'd be fun! Or not. "Good thing, though, right? I'd hate to see you pining over missed dinners with your family and using nights out as coping mechanisms."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Been on a lot less since I've been over here." The 'away from them' went unsaid. Less family dinners to avoid. "Maybe I'm growing as a person." Also possible!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Instead, you're eating Lucky Charms on a common room couch with me," he pointed out, snickering. "Better than family dinners?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Infinitely." Beating out an evening spent with her parents was... not all that hard, to be honest. Tony was another matter, and used to make those things bearable. But...

There was also the thing where she considered Alex not half bad company. But instead of saying that, she ate another handful of cereal.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're just saying that because I gave you stamps," he decided with a grin. "Or because I haven't tried to steal your breakfast. Or because...you're feeling generous. That's a few times lately! Maybe you are growing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy huffed a breath of amusement, and shook her head. "Let's go with the first one. It's almost like that makes us even."

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"What, that mean you're generosity's in the shitter today?" he asked, mock sadness in his voice. "And I was gonna hit you up for cookies too."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Go get your own fucking cookies," she told him, keeping up. It wasn't like the kitchen was far away. There was bound to be some.

... And Effy didn't have any to hand out, anyway.

"Or deal with over-processed cereal." Which she finally offered. Took her long enough.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, are you gonna share your cereal with me?" he asked. And look at him, with nothing...much to share. "Want some coffee?"

His was still hot and half full and in a clean mug and...black. But, he offered. That was the thing here.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not my cereal." Well, she'd only scrounged it out of the cupboards, after all. "And I think I'll pass. Thanks."

"Cooties, you know? Can't be too careful." Because she hadn't done things with him far more likely to involve the passing of cooties, or anything.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think you're a little late to be concerned about catching cooties from me," he said, finishing off the coffee in a few gulps so it wouldn't get cold. "Besides, I've had the cootie shot. They give it to the Americans. We're all cootie free. I should be the one afraid of catching it from you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You're also a little late to be worrying about that," she remarked, deciding he apparently didn't want cereal, and pulling it back to take some more. "Lucky for you, I'm all cootie free too."

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"Here's the part where I'm going to say 'I'd catch cooties for you' and make you want to dry heave," he joked, waiting for the cereal box to come back his way since he'd been distracted with thoughts of cooties to get in there the first time.