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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Effy was here, because weirdly enough, she did eat breakfast sometimes, and this was her common room.

"Your own floor too boring for you?" she asked.

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"It smells weird in there," he said, glancing briefly in her direction before turning back to...whatever was on television. "And I was feeling adventurous."

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"Yeah, I can really see that," she said, sarcastic as usual, and rummaged in one of the cupboards for weird American cereal. Well, lounging didn't exactly scream 'adventurous', did it?

"I think we're just better up here."

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"It's cute that you think so," he said, smiling at his own little joke and reaching for the damn remote. News was turning his brain into jello. "At least someone's awake up here. Half my floor's spending time playing in the sand."

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Ignoring the 'cute' reference for now, yes.

"Somehow didn't quite appeal." School trip? Desert? Neither particularly inspired her, and it would be all too IC to OD on Spice.

She eventually found a half eaten box of Lucky Charms, and brought it with her as she flopped down on the couch, managing to avoid his feet. "And I'd rather spend my week here, than go home."

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And, since she'd avoided his feet, he didn't move them. He liked his stretched out position and she seemed to be able to work around him.

"I'd rather eat glass than walk around in a desert with a chaperone for a day and a half," he said dryly, finally settling on some old sitcom and dropping the remote again. "What's wrong with your home?"

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"Apart from it being a fucking mission to get to, you mean?" Eight hour flight or something ridiculous like that. "It's got my parents in it."

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"And here I thought you and the family sat down for dinner together, prayed and then talked about your day," he said wryly. "Typical nuclear family and all that shit."

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"We tried that. Dad ended up mangling the chicken, swearing at my brother, and I melted a board game." Oh, right, and she was in hospital with an overdose later that night. Worked out so well.

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Okay, that was interesting enough to tear his eyes away from the television to focus on her. "You melted a board game? Was it Monopoly? I hope it wasn't a Monopoly."

Those little hotels could cause a lot of pain when used right. Not that he'd done that. Often.

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"Not Monopoly," she confirmed. "Something weird Dad brought back from France. Too many tempting plastic pieces (http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/2158/vlcsnap3171898.png)." And Effy did like to melt things, the little pyro.

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"I'll confess, that's the first time someone's told me she's melted a board game during dinner," he said and laughed. "Look at that, you're a first for me."

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Effy inclined her head in a sort of mock bow, and dug into the box for a handful of cereal. "Glad you appreciate my originality," she said, smirk tugging at her lips. "The thought makes my day."

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"Oh, you know what, that reminds me," he said, digging into his pocket for his wallet. "I've got something for you. If you burn it, just make sure you don't set yourself on fire."

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She raised a slight eyebrow. "I'm not that stupid. But it's sweet you're so concerned." She could do that irritating thing he did to her riiiight back.

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He smirked and shook his head while digging through his wallet for what he was looking for. "I'm just a stickler for fire safety. Smokey the Bear says only you can prevent forest fires, after all."

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"Don't worry, already got that lecture," she said, rolling her eyes and slouching back while she waited. "Several times." Worf had been a real fucking pain in the ass about it.

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"Makes my job easier," he said, finally finding what he was looking for and yanking it out before he tossed it at her. "Look, your own stamp collection."

Because, yes, he'd covered both sides of an index card (that had been folded and stuffed in his wallet) with various stamps. There was some white space but he'd just scrawled doodles or his names in those.

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Aww. Effy had to grin as she caught it, and turned it over in her hands for an examination.

"You actually made me a stamp collection." That was unexpected. "Must've gotten really bored," she guessed. Didn't even smugly suggest it was almost sentimental, which was really very restrained, for Effy.

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"I had the stamps," he said, shrugging but looking pleased with himself. Of course, said stamps were supposed to be used for letters home but Alex didn't expect any letters to actually happen. "And some free time. So, you got a stamp collection."

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"I'll give it pride of place on my wall, or something," she told him, smirking at the turned it over again absently. "Since you put all that effort into it, and all."

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"Hey, it got a night of my time," he quipped, resisting the urge to just kick her with a nearby foot. See, look at that courtesy. "And I added personal touches. You like it, I know it. Stamps are cool."

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"I like it." She'd give him that much. It was... nice.

And she probably would stick it on her wall now, just because.

"Never knew you were such an artist," she added, eying the doodles with some amusement.

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"You don't think I actually showed up at school to learn, did you?" It was more like he showed up to get away from his house. "Should've seen my textbooks."

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"Covered in hearts and little flowers, I bet," she said.

Keeping her snarky side squashed for long was effort.