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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[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?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. Did tend to err on that side when it came to them, product of too much time snarking back and forth at each other.

"Thought you might have a fetish for the oversize ones."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Please, I don't do fetishes," he said and waved a hand. "I do kinks."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Because there's an important definition there," she said, smirking.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Kink sounds better," he decided. "Fetish sounds like something a dog coughed up. And I don't have a foot kink. Yours are just small. Then again, you're small yourself."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"This time, I'm going to take that as a complement," she decided. Since he'd complained when she took it the other way.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's not a bad thing," he said, scooting a little further down on the couch to get comfortable despite not being able to really move his legs. "This mean I owe you breakfast now? Or something else?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Already had breakfast," she pointed out. But was she going to start turning down being owed something? God no.

So, something else, then.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"All right," he said, tucking an arm behind his head. "What else do you want?"

He'd just keep trying.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got a whole free day to fill," she replied. "Could do with something to do."

Look at that. An actual answer.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Ah, you want me to entertain you," he said, nodding in consideration. "You wanna get out of the dorms or something?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think I've spent a little too much time cooped up in here lately." What with being a cat, and then just a pretty quiet few days.

"Feels almost wrong."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can take you out," he offered, nodding once. "You wanna go drinking? Or somewhere else? Caritas or the mainland or something different?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"How about a little variety," she said, grinning. Here she'd thought today might be boring. "Somewhere on the mainland?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I know a few places." Probably not the strip joint he'd taken Griff to. "Trusting me with your entertainment, then?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Giving you a chance to prove yourself," she told him. "We'll see how good you really are."

And it was always better when you turned it into a bit of a challenge.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You won't be disappointed," he said and jerked one of his legs just to move hers. "I've been to the mainland, I know what's there and I think I've got a decent idea of what you like."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy was distracted briefly by the fidgeting, before looking back at him, a little curious.

"So, what is it you think I like?" she asked.

Nice to check what track he was on for this.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Energy," he answered. "Alcohol. Smoking. Fun where it doesn't require thinking but it does require paying attention."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

So maybe he did know her a little.

"Sounds like a start."

But, yeah, still not admitting that, no.