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3rd Floor Common Room; Tuesday morning, super early

Elle had a nightmare about giant mutant alligators. Again. This so had to stop because it was affecting her beauty sleep. Since she was awake and couldn't go back to sleep, she donned her robe and fluffy slippers, and trying not to wake her roommate or Bruiser, shuffled out and down to the common room.

It was still dark outside and she should be sound asleep, dreaming nice dreams about that cute boy in that funny movie she'd watched recently. With a little pout, she turned on the TV, kept it on mute so she didn't wake anyone up, and curled up on the sofa. Maybe she'd get up in a minute and make some muffins. For now she was content to flip through the channels, searching for something that'd take her mind off of alligators.

[[ It's almost 4am EST here. I haven't slept yet which means I'm loopy. But, la, post is open, such as it is. ]]

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"Of course." Leto took a long sip of his coffee. "Are you settling in here?"

"I think so. I have a job now, which is super nice, and I'm only homesick like every other day instead of everyday. And omigod, Leto, I was a kitten for a week. I know, it's hard to believe, right?"

"Well, no, not here," Leto said, with a grin. "I've been a tree twice. Where do you work?"

There was a slight blonde headtilt. "A tree? Seriously?" Omigod. "Cabot and Associates. It's the lawfirm in town and it's an awesome job. Super educational. Do you work anywhere?"

"A lawfirm? And no, I don't, although my stepmother would probably be delighted if I offered her assistance." He looked amsued at the thought. "I do organise the reserves together with Arthur and Zack, though."

"Mhm. Lawyerly type stuff." She has yet to deal with anything lawyerly, much to her disappointment. "It's super cool." Elle smiled at him. "What is that all about anyway?"

"We organise those students who want to fight in case there is another invasion of the island," he replied. "A fighting force should be prepared for that."

"That's right, I remember being told about it now. Do you... teach others to fight?"

"Yes, I do," Leto replied. "Although the reserves is more of a strategic planning. But I teach Karla, Claire and Triela." He assumed that after last Friday he was actually teaching Triela.

Elle bit her lip, seemed to ponder his reply.

She took a sip of her coffee.

"Can you teach... a girl like me?" She was so not the fighting type omigod, but if everyone else was doing it...

He hadn't tkaen Elle for the fighting type, but perhaps she understood that it could be useful. "Of course. Why don't you stop by the salle on Friday when I teach the others."

"I can do that - Oh, what time on Friday?"

"~~Handwavy time~~ in the afternoon," he replied. "Does that work for you?"

"I'm going pet shopping with some friends after classes," she answered with a small pout. "But if this goes on every Friday, I can come by next week, totally."

"You are welcome when you can," Leto said. "Are you going to buy another pet?"

"Oh, no," she smiled, scrunching up a shoulder. "Though I would love to rescue and save many. Alex, my friend, is shopping for a puppy and Harper and I are tagging along for added support. And shopping. Bruiser, my dog, could use a few things."

Elle looked into his eyes. Such pretty, gorgeous eyes. "Do you have a pet, Leto?"

He noticed that look, and supposed it meant that she wouldn't be opposed to him expressing a further interest, but he wasn't sure how much interest he could manage.

"I don't," he said. "It's rare among the Fremen."

He was tried and restless. Perhaps he could be forgiven for brushing the hair away from her face.

Her eyes were a little sleepy, but she was interested. Leto was attractive and he was pleasant company. And she was warm and content and not at all thinking about alligators anymore.

"Have you ever considered owning one, since coming here?" she asked, curious.

He didn't need to be forgiven. She accepted the touch with a small, endearing smile.

"No," he said. "I think having to turn into animals regularly is enough for me. Besides, plenty of other people have pets."

Leto smiled. "Turning sleepy?"

"This is true. You can just visit to your hearts content if you so choose. You're always welcome to visit Bruiser; he loves friendly people. But he does take after me, I suppose." Elle giggled softly and turned slightly, resting her head and cheek against the back of the sofa.

"I am," she said, looking at him. "Is it very noticable? I'm not at all looking my best..."

"You are quite pretty, Elle," Leto said. "And why don't you try to sleep if you're tired." He smiled. "And thank you for your invitation."

She blushed at the compliment, naturally. "Thank you, Leto. That's very sweet of you to say." And since he did it, she reached up to smooth her fingers through his hair, just above his ear. Smiling, she blinked slowly, her eyelids lazy. "It is so early. Think anyone would object if I caught a short nap here on the sofa?" She felt too tired to want to make the short walk back to her room.

"Of course not," he said, not minding the touch. "You are welcome to lean against me if I'm taking up too much space."

"You are not taking up too much space," she replied in a near whisper, smiling at him.

Setting her cup aside, she let her slippers drop to the floor and tucked her legs up. With one last look at him, combined with a faint grin, Elle actually did lean against him. "If I fall asleep and you want to leave... I'll be just fine," she murmured, eyes already starting to close.

It wasn't a full two minutes later that she was out like a light. And she would have to apologize to him later for falling asleep on him.

Well, he wasn't going to push her away. Which meant that Leto was now stuck on the couch, unless he was prepared to wake Elle up.

He sighed, then decided to drink his coffee slowly. It wasn't like he had anywhere to go right now.

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