third floor common room | morning | wednesday | july 1

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

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]

"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."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"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."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes, and took that as 'I do actually want food, yes', offering it his way again.

"Could've just said, 'I want some'."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but it's so cute when you're hating me," he said and took a handful, laughing. "I've seen that face enough to know by now. It either just goes away or you hide your hate for me for some strange reason."

She had fun buttons to press if only because she pressed back most of the time.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Hating people is a lot of fucking effort." Generally, unless they tried really hard, Effy didn't actually hate people. It was more idle disdain and passing annoyance, because people were sometimes dumb or irritating.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but sometimes people deserve the fucking effort," he retorted immediately and then shook his head, shaking that away. "I wouldn't mind if I caught cooties from you."

He was quicksilver with those moods, yes.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That is sickening," Effy informed him, deciding to leave his emphatic retort alone. The girl has some sense in her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And he thanked her silently for that sense. "Is it?" And here he thought it was sweet. "So, don't do anything with me anymore. No cootie threats."

The whole cootie conversation was both amusing and astoundingly immature. Still, more amusing than anything.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll bear that advice in mind," she said, smirking a little. She was fairly sure he didn't really want her following through on that.

"Sharing the same couch doesn't count, right?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Depends on how germ phobic you are," he stated with a little shrug. "I was here first, after all."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm saying it doesn't." Because she was far too comfortable to bother going anywhere, and just curled her feet up onto the couch as she spoke, rubbing briefly at her tattoo. "Don't worry, not gonna try and make you move."

Hardly a germphobe, given the way she had been known to live when looking after her mum and Tony.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You've made yourself comfortable around me before, I don't doubt that you can now," he said, tucking an arm behind his head and smiling a bit and letting his eyes drift down to her hand and where she was rubbing. "I'm not planning on moving either and I don't know if you could make me anyway. I like this couch."

And he stretched out a little more. Purposefully, of course.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I can tell," she said, nudging out her own foot at his encroachment. "Almost like you own the thing, with the taking over."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I was here first," he said again, watching that foot of hers and then just nudging it. It was there, he could reach, he was lazy and relaxed so he did.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"My floor," she countered, and flicked at his foot. Not that she imagined he'd take that as any incentive to use up less space.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm older than you." He thought he was, at least. They hadn't really gotten the age question out. He nudged her foot again, a little firmer this time. "Seniority."