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3rd Floor Common Room [Friday, Afternoon]

Chuck was getting very well acquainted with common rooms the last day or so.

No reason. Really. But there was food right there, and TV, and big comfy couches to flop out on, and--

Okay, yes, maybe he was worried Leia would ask him to make himself scarce again, and then he'd know exactly why she wanted him out of the room for a while, and would end up thinking about that, and thinking about his roommate like that led to a whole pathway of wrong and awkward, and he tried to be respectful and not so...

Look, he was already awkward enough as it was.

So, common room hanging out it was. At least until this week was out. Luckily comics were easily brought with him out here. Not that they were really holding his attention. But he was trying to make them. Really, really trying.

[[Open common room!]]

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The whole break-up with Bruce thing was really upsetting for a multitude of reasons, one of them being that they even lived on the same floor so if Ariel decided to hang out in the common room to distract herself from it and the other things she'd had to deal with since Wednesday, there was still a chance of running into him and that would just be awkward.

Luckily, there were other common rooms.

And other boys.

Case in point.

"Oh, hello, Chuck."

"Ariel!" So much more interesting than Bitterwoman. Not that Bitterwoman wasn't awesome, but... No. Ariel won out, and Chuck grinned at her. "Hey."

"You uh, doing all right?" This week, it needed asking. He'd seen people who seemed to be enjoying it, and then there those like him who were vaguely twitchy with the whole thing.

Chuck's grin made Ariel smile easily enough, so that made it pretty interesting to make sure she kept that smile and not let it falter when he went on to ask a question like that.

"Uh, yeah," she said, with extra enthusiasm to make it perfectly clear, "definitely. I'm doing great, just great. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I... guess, this week has been weird, so--" Chuck shrugged, flipping his comic closed. If the slightly forced enthusiasm tweaked something, at least he wasn't mentioning it.

"It seemed... right to ask." And suddenly it almost didn't. "--Is that too private a question this week? I mean, normally, I'd just ask but then with things this kind of, um--" That vague handgesture was meant to illustrate so many things, but just came out as flapping.

"Oh, man," Ariel, wonderfully misinterpreting everything, found herself plopping on the couch and staring forward a little. "News travels fast."

She was so going to have to go find Rinoa and tell her immediately so she didn't get upset that she had to hear about the breakup elsewhere, but if Chuck already knew, then probably everyone did...

"Well, you know... radio." More misunderstanding? Check. "It kind of nails the point home, if you missed it the first time." Which he didn't really see how anyone could, given that it was everywhere and all people could talk about and think about and--

He squirmed a little and firmly rerouted his attention from... that.

"But you're okay!" So she said. "So... that's good?" It was good. Why did he make that sound like a question?

Edited 2010-11-12 20:42 (UTC)

No radio ever managed to work for very long after it crossed Ariel's hands. Mostly because she found them all in a junkyard.

"Well, sure, I'm okay," Ariel shrugged a little, giving Chuck a worried look as she wondered exactly how the whole event might have been reported. "I mean, it's not the end of the world. I've been through worse."

At least she hadn't turned into a mermaid this time...

"Around here, where you sometimes almost get actual end of the world sometimes--" Fandom really give you perspective on 'worse' when it sent you to hellish alternate dimension. "-- Is probably not a good comparison." Sex on the brain vs. underwater hell still felt wrong somehow.

"But it'll work itself out. It always does."

"That's true," said Ariel, letting out a sight sigh since she really didn't have to pretend to be fine, anymore. "It was just so unexpected. Makes for a really strange week...how's yours been? Hopefully a little less eventful?"

"I slept in the common room last night." That was about the extent of his eventful. "These couches are actually kind of comfortable. Really, lots of cushions. The whole pillow fort thing is... underrated."

"Pillow fort?" asked Ariel, finding a small laugh, because that did sound like fun, she had to admit, and a great thing to distract herself with. "Why'd you sleep out here, anyway?"

"My roommate, she needed... space. With a guy," Chuck explained, only somewhat uncomfortably. "So I was elsewhere. Here, mostly."

"I got good at the pillow fort thing." Lots of practice while studiously not thinking about why he was out here.

"Ohhhhhhhh," said Ariel, who turned a little pink in realizing she'd probably displaced a roommate to a common room on at least one occasion. "I see..."

She shifted a little awkwardly, that reminder chaffing a bit due to the fact that a relationship hadn't been the only thing that ended on Wednesday.

"You should show me!" she said, realizing that was an excellent distraction because she really was interested, too. "Your pillow fort skills."

"I don't know if I can call them skills--" Chuck said with a little laugh. "I think something actually has to be useful to get that description." Which this one was not. Sadly.

"Oh, come on." Ariel was definitely grinning now. "I'll help! It'll be fun. And having fun is very useful."

"I hear people say it cures things!" He was willing to test that idea and tossed his comic onto the coffee table. "Fun, that is. Not pillow forts. Though I might be making a case for pillow forts after this..." Because here he was about to make one with a really pretty girl who had voluntarily kissed him, and he really needed not to think about that this week.

"So yes! ... These backrest type cushions make the best walls." They have that whole-- Structure thing going on. Architechture for pillow forts 101, right here."

And now Ariel was convinced that it was her duty to convince Chuck that making pillow forts were excellent support for fun making things better. And she'd worry about how she felt about the inspired of proving it that were flooding into her head right now when (or if, if!) they got to them.

"Do they?" asked Ariel, hopping up off the couch so that she could grab one and see what he meant. "Oooh, yes, that does make sense."

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