The Roof [Wednesday, Afternoon]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Even after a couple of hours to uh, get used to her new parts, Effy was still a little unimpressed by the situation. Look, she liked guys. A lot. That didn't mean she wanted to be one, particularly. As sure as she was that it would wear off... It was weird.

Smoking was really her best counter for that sort of thing, and it didn't take her long after sorting out something to wear that actually fitted her before she was getting restless and ventured out on the roof to sit in her traditional spot, cross-legged and pull out a pack.

Her body may have changed, but she definitely had not.

[[Roof is open like, well, a roof.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was still a little sore from that stupid fight the day before, still had things on his mind and still was grossed out by zombies but that wasn't going to make him stay inside and brood.

He spared a brief glance at the unfamiliar person on the roof with him and dug out his cigarettes automatically. He'd be polite in a minute. Or something. Maybe.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy glanced over her shoulder as she was about to light up, and couldn't stop the slight twist of a smirk on her lips.

"Afternoon."

Question was, would he recognise her any better as a guy, than he did as a cat. Hints from class earlier would suggest not, but...

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, there'd been zombies in that class. He had grosser things on his mind than trying to guess who was who. Didn't mean he wouldn't recognize her, just meant he hadn't tried.

Of course, that accent was enough to bring his head up and around towards the guy. He didn't know that many British people, after all. Still, didn't want to guess and guess wrong.

"Hey," he said, nodding. "Out for some fresh air?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Yep." And she grinned and leaned back on her free hand once she'd lit up. "And now filling it with smoke."

Which probably ruined the effect a little. Oops?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That'll kill you, you know," he said, using words people seemed to be telling him every single goddamn day lately. Still hadn't made a positive ID but he was going off the accent and the smoking and heading down one road. Still wanted to see. "And the environment. Way to be an asshole."

Said the guy who was smoking too.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy gave Alex and his cigarette a look over. "Hadn't heard," she said lied, and took another drag.

"I'll save you a seat on the boat to hell."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, aren't you the nice one?" Alex said, hand to his heart. "I just got chills, truly."

And he was almost certain he knew who this was. Almost.

"Enjoying your new equipment?" he asked because he did know that. He'd been the roof enough to know who came up there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Prefer it on other people." Alex of all people knew pretty fucking well how much she liked it on other people.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Aww, there was that particular way of speaking she had and now Alex knew for certain who this was. So, he was just going to start laughing at her because it was fucking funny when it wasn't him this time. See, he picked it up much faster than when she'd been a frigging cat.

"What, you haven't tried it out?" Alex asked, still laughing like this was the funniest thing in the world. He probably was doing it partially to piss her off. "You can see what I feel like when you get your hands on my dick."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shot him a withering glare. "Had a busy day," she claimed. You know, between waking up as a guy, having to find clothes, having to go to that class... "Maybe I'll test drive later."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

That glare had no effect on him though, wow, that didn't change when she changed genders. Still pretty fierce. He was just used to it.

"Think you'll know what to do?" he asked, still laughing. "Different when it's on you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Aww, is that you offering to help?" No, she really didn't see him as being into men, but he was being annoying, so she was going to throw him some sarcasm.

"Thanks, but I think I can figure it out."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you only wish I went both ways," he said, letting the sarcasm bounce off him. Annoying people was a talent, annoying her was just fun.

Most of the time.

"But hey, if you can't figure it out, I'm sure I can get you a diagram or a book or something."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Don't need a fucking diagram," Effy said firmly. "And you know it." She'd seen exactly what her hands did to him, and could still be smug about that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Someone is touchy about their abilities," he said though he didn't try to dispute her statement. Hey, he knew. Been with her enough to know she knew what she was doing with those hands. "Feeling a little insecure with all that extra weight on you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Hardly." Weird and a little uncomfortable, yes, not that she'd admit it. Missing her normal girly parts, yes, and she would admit it, but... "Don't look bad at all." Hot. She was still hot.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, the island didn't do half bad on you," he said, giving her that. "Where'd you get the clothes?"

Alex found himself missing Prince Edward for the sheer fact that if he'd still been here, Effy borrowing his clothes would have been HYSTERICAL.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Stole the shirt off Tony years ago," she replied. "Rest was Layla." One useful friend to have, always prepared like that.

... She hadn't even wanted to think what she'd have ended up in if she'd borrowed anything from Edward.

"Better than wearing anything of mine." That would also have been pretty funny, given what most of her wardrobe was made up of.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Saved him the trouble of offering anything of his and getting smirks and smug smiles and 'oh, you're such a nice guy!' statements that he was sure she'd whip out.

"One good thing about ending up a girl was being able to wear my clothes and just having them be baggy as all hell," he said, pleased at that. "I didn't have to go scrounging around for clothes on the verge of tears because my pants don't match my shirt!"

At least, that's what he thought most girls did.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I look like I'm in tears over my wardrobe?" No, not really. But then, you couldn't go too far wrong with a t-shirt and jeans.

"Lost tattoos along the way," she said. "There's anything distressing, it's that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I didn't see you this morning, you could have been crying," he pointed out, shrugging. The tattoos thing almost surprised him since he didn't think the island had that much power. "Which ones?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy frowned and lifted her shirt a little at the back, just enough to prove there was an empty space there.

Which was probably a good thing, because it was a kind of girly tattoo (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/Binx_349/vlcsnap-5597620.png?t=1253728948). There was a reason guy her wouldn't have had it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, the cute one's gone!" he said, laughing in amusement. "The symbol of your absolute girliness has been banished from your body. Too bad."

He liked being annoying sometimes.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"For now," she said, rolling her eyes and dropping her shirt again. "You'll get to see it again, I'm sure."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, let's hope so. I think I'd miss seeing it if I never came back," he joked, laughing again. "And what a tragic thing that would be."