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Fourth Floor Common Room | Morning | Saturday | January 22

Being up before noon was a fucking lousy way to start the weekend but it couldn't be helped. He was up and, even more horrific, he was awake so there was no way faking sleep would turn into real sleep. Nathan barely knew what morning looked like and know he was turning into some morning person. Good fucking lord.

After showering and getting himself into some warm clothes, he'd shuffled down to the common room to try and find something to eat. Of course, the only uncooked thing he managed to find was an apple (pass) which meant he was going to have to try and cook something. Waffles seemed like the easiest thing so he'd dumped them on a plate and shoved them into the microwave.

"Now," he said to the microwave as he started to get the waffles cooking, "if you catch on fire, this is not my fault and I'm absolved of all guilt. So don't fucking catch on fire."

He wanted breakfast that wasn't burned to a crisp. Blackened waffles might be a delicacy somewhere but they were not going in his stomach.

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"Are you talking to your food?" Not that Effy had much room to judge weird personal habits, but at least when things talked to her, she didn't talk back out loud.

"No," Nathan said, sending a glance Effy's way before he looked back at the microwave. He settled an arm against the top and leaned against it. "I'm talking to the microwave. There's a big difference. One is my food and one controls how my food turns out."

"And that makes it better because?" she wondered.

"It informs the microwave that I'm watching it and if it decides to burn my fucking waffles, I'll throw it out the window without a second thought," he said and gave the top of the microwave a pat. "You have a better way to ensure my food remains delicious?"

"Find someone to bribe who can actually cook," Effy suggested, wandering closer. He might turn his nose up at the idea of an apple, but she snagged it anyway. There were always people making food around here, it couldn't be that hard to find one.

"Yeah? That you offering?" he asked, giving her a deliberate once over as she got closer. He had eyes and he had every right to use them when there were girls around. "I'm sure I could a variety of inventive ways to repay you. I'm quite multi-talented."

"Yeah?" Effy leaned back against the table as she peeled a label off her apple. "Like how?"

She was not planning to cook for him. Was curious about his plan to persuade her, though.

"See, that's a little backwards," he said, waving a finger at her before checking on his waffles. "Shouldn't you have to cook before I bless you with the years of sage wisdom and creativity I've stored up? Telling you now would just be giving away all my precious trade secrets."

"Why do anything when I don't know what I'm getting out of it?" she pointed out.

... And since she had no desire to cook for some stranger, she'd never find out.

"You might be full of shit." The impression she was getting, was that this was the case.

"And I might not be," he retorted easily, lazy grin still on his face proudly. "And really, why assume the negative when you can go for the positive? Positivity, that's what makes the world go 'round."

Well, that and sex, in Nathan's view.

"Thinking the worst, you never get disappointed." Effy wasn't exactly a perky and optimistic sort, and it worked for her. At least she returned his smirk as she flicked her apple label at him.

"Right now you've not exactly inspired me to do anything."

"The accent doesn't do it?" Nathan asked, grinning wider when the microwave dinged to signal the completion of his attempts at cooking. "I mean, we're practically fucking neighbors here. You don't want to do something neighborly for me?"

He grabbed the plate of waffles from the microwave, pleased to see they were not blackened. "We're practically already connected. Making that bond stronger will only benefit the both of us."

"Looks like you're already well sorted," she noted, glancing at his food. Didn't look inedible, at least.

"Normally find the accent talks a girl into anything?"

"I find it helps," he quipped, shrugging a shoulder and heading back over to sit down. "Though really, I'd be pretty sorry if I was relying on my accent alone. I guess that just means I have to use the total package which, you know, I have."

He flopped down on the sofa and kicked his feet up. "Brains, beauty and brawn. And a nice big cock to boot."

No shame, no shame.

Effy gave him a brief once-over of her own, and breathed a laugh. "Modesty not one of your brilliant qualities then?"

"Why be modest when honesty is the best policy?" he asked, forgoing syrup and a fork to just eat the plain waffle with his hands. "One lie leads to another that leads to another and another and then you've just created this whole web of lies which might be good for movies but is never good for relationships."

"You never lie?" Since she did it a fair chunk herself, she found it difficult to believe that there were people who just... didn't.

And this guy didn't feel like the most trustworthy sort she'd ever met.

"Does this look like the face of a liar?" Nathan wondered, pointing to the face in question (his face, of course). "Be honest, now."

"Face of someone full of bollocks," she decided, after looking at him for a moment before she pushed away from the table and wandered over to find herself a more comfortable seat.

"Sorry," she added as an afterthought.

She wasn't.

"Not as convincing as you imagine, I guess."

"Ah well, you're wrong then," Nathan said, shrugging a shoulder. "It's okay though, I forgive you because, in addition to being an honest man, I'm a forgiving man as well. Compassionate and shit."

He chewed happily on a waffle, grinning at her the entire time. "You always make such extreme judgments of someone you've just met?"

"You asked," Effy pointed out, finding a space on the sofa and shrugging once she'd sat down. "If someone asks, I usually tell."

"They don't ask, I just don't say it out loud."

"Did I ask?" Yes, he'd asked and he definitely remembered asking but admitting that outright was a little too easy. "Does that mean I get to make my own judgments about you since we're both being so open and all?"

"If you want." She couldn't exactly stop him if he wanted to anyway, but-- "Promise I won't get all offended."

"What's your judgment?"

Nathan pretended to think about, pretended to study her very close and then popped a piece of waffle in his mouth.

"Virgin." And then he grinned. He figured it wasn't true but since they were making judgments and all, why not go for super extreme?

Yeah, because Effy just radiated the untouched virginal thing.

"You got me," she said after a moment, smirking. "Saving myself for that special someone, you know?"

And she called him a liar.

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