Roof; Friday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was bored and tired of hanging around his room so when he finally got out of bed on Friday he decided to get out for a bit. Not to a common room since his post-Thanksgiving hangover wasn't allowing for him to be quite that social at the moment, but he knew he could handle being out on the roof for a bit. It was cold, but nothing Chuck couldn't handle. The scarf did more than make him look fantastic, you know.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he confirmed with a nod. "Last time I made these, it was for me and people just showed up, trying to mooch. This wouldn't be just for me."

And he thought that was a supreme amount of effort for someone who kept himself as closed off as he could even if he opened up a little more around her.

"I can't promise they'll be gourmet but they'll be good," he said, finally scribbling something down on the back of that receipt and then crumpling it and keeping it in his hand. "So, you want to? Come down, I mean?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy paused to consider, even if she already knew what her immediate impulse was. Part of her still tried to keep a certain distance. It wasn't really working.

"Yeah," she said finally. "Why not."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"All right. Yeah, all right, good," he said, smiling and stepping closer to her and pressing that crumpled up receipt into her hand. Figured he could do some immediate effort too.

"Pick your day," he said and then, staying closer to her, added, "and don't look at that until I leave."

He really didn't need to get all weirdly shy if he was standing there when she opened that up and saw you are something to me written in his hasty scrawl. It wasn't signed though. She could figure out who it was.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She curled her fingers around that little scrap of paper and nodded once. The curiosity she had about what exactly it was could wait a few minutes.

"Thursday?" she said after a moment.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Thursday's fine," he said, nodding. Wasn't like he had some crammed schedule to clear or anything. "Just come down sometime that evening. I'll be around."

And making grilled cheese, apparently. Turning into a regular domestic god.

"And I know you want to look at what I just gave you so I'm gonna take off," he said, giving her wrist a quick squeeze for backwards walking towards the door. "See you later, okay?"

With one a wave and a smile, he ducked inside and headed to his room. See, her curiosity could be sated now.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy waited a couple of long moments after watching him go (partly to prove to herself she could resist temptation) before turning the paper over in her hands and smoothing it out. Gave away her opinion of that little message with the half-suppressed twitch of a smile her lips.

It got carefully tucked into her back pocket. Strangely enough, she planned on holding on to that.