Ninth Hell Campfire, Monday evening

[future_sandworm]

Clearly he had chosen completely the wrong workshops this time. The one he had thought was about art had turned out to be about stealing art (and why would he do that?) and the other one (Leto wondered if he had accidentally got it wrong) made even less sense. Clearly he would have to find some other means to further his education during the rest of the summer.

While contemplating this, Leto watched the flames of the fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of spice coffee. Perhaps he should attempt to make some of those s'mores that were so popular here.

[Open, of course]

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[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

He allowed it, giving hers a little squeeze. "Thanks for that. I'll watch out for open doors."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Even if it's closed," she told him firmly. "Just, uh, knock at that point."

She didn't want him walking in on her in a stat of undress, or her roommate. That was all.

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

Griff coughed a little, having nearly choked on his own spit. "I...tend to avoid closed doors. Bad experiences there, actually."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She looked over at him, a little confused.

"How do you have a bad experience with closed doors?"

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"If my door is closed, I'm likely to go away for awhile before returning and knocking very loudly and repeatedly," he explained. Oh the trauma.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Exactly. So if you need a place to go, come to my door. Though you could have before. It was just one floor up."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"And should you inexplicably run out of books, you're still allowed to stop by mine," he teased.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She eyed him thoughtfully before giving a sniff.

"And chance meeting your roommate? ...I suppose. But only because it's you."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"And now I feel terribly special."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"You should," she said firmly, eying him playfully.

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

He leaned over to nudge her shoulder. "You still working on Tuesdays?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She nodded.

"Yup. Why?"

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Just planning my day tomorrow. I still have Tuesdays all free and clear," he replied.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"So I should expect a visit and plan around a blissfully unproductive period of visitation?"

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"I was considering doing just that...maybe toward the end of your shift." He may have ideas there. "Have anything to do after?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She considered.

"There's reserves, but for you, I'd be willing to skip. That is, if there was something we'd be doing."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Might be," he said. "Would you prefer we do something active?" He was offering to work with her on karate.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shrugged.

"I'm pretty happy hanging out with you, if you hadn't noticed. Active's good, though."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"We could just hang out, too," he agreed. "See what the beach is like now that it's hotter out sans the karate practice. I leave it up to you."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Wait, karate practice?

"You're going to show me karate?"

...yes, Griff, she was bouncing.

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"If you still want me to," he grinned at her reaction.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

That got a quick nod and when she invariably leaned up to kiss his cheek, she went for more than one.

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

His laugh accompanied the flush of red. "I hope it lives up to expectations!"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes.

"It will. Duh."