3rd Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Late Morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy... was not generally a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless she hadn't yet been to bed.

So it was mid-morning at least on a day she didn't have a workshop to think about, before she surfaced enough to pull on some clothes and bothered to find something to eat: toast. Well, toast and tea. A master chef in the making, this one.

The TV was on, for all she claimed she hated that sort of thing. She was watching for the mocking potential of their little dramas. That was all.

[[bored bored, and so open!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You wish," he snorted. "The high level of intelligence I display by not drinking tea should clue you in that that word doesn't apply to me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll bear it in mind," she told him, wandering over and trying to use a foot to get him to stop taking over the sofa quite so excessively.

She was balancing a plate and tea between her hands, her foot worked about as well as anything else.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you just ask?" he wondered, snickering in amusement and resisting that attempt to move him for the moment. "It might work better than trying to force me when I'm stronger than you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"This isn't forcing," she pointed out. "Called encouragement."

Normal person might've just moved up for her.

Then again, she knew who she was dealing with, and probably should've known he wouldn't make it easy.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"This is encouragement?" he asked, still amused. "Really? You've got small feet."

That had nothing to do with anything except the fact that yes, he liked to make things hard. She'd do the same thing in his position, he was confident of that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You're going to get yours sat on if you don't move them."

And she liked her small feet, thanks. You only get something tattooed when you don't mind people's eyes getting drawn to it occasionally.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That's not very nice encouragement," he said, just seeing how far he could push for the moment. "You could hurt my feelings."

The feelings that he was convinced he didn't have.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Doing that a lot today," Effy noted. Pretty sure that sitting on his feet wasn't really going to hurt him in any way.

"And I started perfectly nicely." Not polite and full of 'pretty pleases', but nice enough. She was bringing him food!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You poked me with your tiny foot," he said but tried for a weak compromise and moved one foot. See, he could follow encouragement. "That's more physical forcefulness."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nudging is not physical forcefulness," she claimed, making the most of that little bit of movement to claim some space.

Small bit of space was better than no space. She'd work on that in a minute.

"You want toast or not?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I do," he confirmed with a nod. "Effy made toast? Of course I do. Once in a lifetime opportunity."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy offered him the plate with a roll of her eyes. "It's not that rare."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He snagged a piece and even nodded his thanks. "First for me. You make food back home or something? Because I wasn't there, you know. Thus, rare."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes." Ineptly. But... she tried. "Have to eat from time to time."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Takeout," he answered and took a bite of the toast. "And tuna. That's what I got back home for the most part. Jealous, aren't you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Very." Well, the take out part sounded pretty good, at least.

"Maybe my toast is gourmet to you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Toast was a special occasion thing," he said, pretty much not kidding. "Depended on that day, yeah, kind of is. And it's not too bad at all. Maybe you can be forgiven for drinking tea."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes, still managing to look a little amused.

"Question is, good enough to get me more sofa space, or not?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong with the space you have?" he wondered, checking out her tiny space. "I'm sure you could get comfortable if you really wanted to."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Only if you want me making use of your comfortable self again."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Toast in his mouth, Alex just shrugged at her, which meant he either didn't mind or he just was being a hardass. Up to her to decipher that. She was a smart one, right?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

How very vague of him. She thought that was her job.

Effy was taking it as him not giving a shit. Seemed like the safe assumption, and she balanced that plate on the arm of the couch as she moved.

It really just meant she was shifting backwards on the sofa and resting her legs over his since he was resisting just moving them. Alex could take up a lot of fucking space when he felt like it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Comfy?" he asked once he'd chewed and swallowed that toast. He wasn't feeling too bad about what she'd done. He got to stay sprawled out and she'd keep his legs warm. Win win. "Seriously, you've got small feet."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"There's something wrong with that?"

Dainty was good, supposedly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's an observation, not a complaint," he said and laughed. "Convinced I'm gonna up and insult you, aren't you?"