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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Friday | January 28

With his one class over and done, Nathan found himself almost energetic. He didn't want to go laze around his room like he usually did and he didn't want to smoke near his window in his most sincere imitation of a hipster emo poet douchebag. He didn't (and wouldn't ever) have the beard or scarf for that.

He ended up in the common room because that was the next best thing to going into town. This little dinky island had absolutely no nightlife to speak of which was unbearably sad and needed to be changed. Of course, Nathan had no money and no drive to really change that but he'd perfectly happy to encourage someone with a round of applause should they take the initiative.

Nathan clicked on the television and then actually practiced jumping onto the couch. He wanted to see what positions he could contort his body into before landing. There was the flat on your back, flat on your stomach, stretched on your side, tuck 'n roll, ass down, and swan dive. Eventually, he stayed on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms while he watched whatever the fuck was on the television.

So much for his energy. He was fickle like that.

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"Or you don't know," Nathan decided, snickering. "You have absolutely no idea why you like him. Compare him to the ex that Caroline fucked -- "

Sorry Kate, he didn't care about your feelings at the moment.

" -- and tell me if there was a difference between them. Could you pinpoint it there?"

Kate sighed and tried to get her frustration out that way. All she could really hope for was that if he kept referring to it like that, she'd eventually get desensitized to it.

She wasn't quite there yet. "Could you maybe occasionally stop being an asshole for longer than mere five seconds at a time?"

"What? It's an honest question," Nathan said, seeing no issue with what he'd asked. "And while avoiding answering the question might work, you're still going to be thinking about it and asshole or not, you're going to realize I made a good point."

"No you didn't," she said, face something of a mask of being unimpressed. "I can like a guy without knowing specifically why. I can like the combination of qualities."

She could like that he liked her.

"Why do you care, anyway? I'm just gonna start seriously thinking you're jealous."

"Nope, I don't do jealous," he said lazily, turning his attention back towards the television. "You apparently do and I find it just hilarious. Without all these grudges, I think you and my roommate could be the best of friends, you know. She's really not that bad."

"And I really do not care," Kate drawled, scooping up a spoonful of pudding only to let it slowly slide back into the cup again. "She can be Mother Theresa for all I care, doesn't mean I have to like her."

Nathan rolled over onto his back, already laughing at how much she hated poor Caroline just for her one night stand. Girls were so pretty sometimes.

"And yet, you like me. And she likes me," Nathan remarked, tapping his chin. "Does that mean I bring you two together?"

Kate shoved the pudding cup on a nearby table. Didn't feel like eating any more of it. "No, that just means you know two people. Congratulations."

"So, can I ask a serious question?" Nathan asked, sliding his fingers through his curly hair. "What if I fall in love with her and wanna make babies and make an honest woman of her? Will you come to the wedding?"

That was not a serious question.

"That's not a serious question."

Really. There were far too many things wrong with that.

"So, does that mean you wouldn't come to the wedding?" he asked, frowning at her. "What if I promised to fuck you in the confessional while she's waiting at the altar? Would that change your mind?"

Kate had no choice but to make a face at that. "I'm not screwing you, Nathan, and I hate weddings."

Even completely imagined ones.

"Well then, you're not invited to my wedding," he said, shaking his head. "Here I was, ready to cheat on my hot wife with you and you turn me down. See, this is why you miss people. You drive them away with your constant denials of pleasure and fun."

[And I have to step out and be AFK for awhile so I will prolly need to call SP here!]

"Yes, that's exactly it," she replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Not letting people bang me at imaginary weddings."

[SP is like caaandy. Which I don't have and have now made myself crave. Dammit.]

"You're the one who's getting all fucking pissy about imaginary weddings," Nathan pointed out, smirking. "Someone's a little touuuuchy."

"This isn't me getting pissy," Kate replied, with yet another eyeroll. "This is me getting mildly annoyed."

"Over an imaginary wedding," Nathan said dryly. You know, just in case she'd missed the part where she was annoyed at something that would never happen.

"If you think back on everything," she replied about as dryly, "I think you'll find I was annoyed before you even made up this wedding of yours."

"Have I annoyed you, Kate?" Nathan asked, not sounding at all sorry. "I thought no one could touch you. That you were impregnable."

"I never said that." Well, not in so many words. But she was deciding implying it didn't count. "I'm pretty sure that was you."

"Well, biologically speaking, I am impregnable if you'd like to get the scientific side of things," Nathan agreed with a nod. "You see, Kate, I have no eggs that sperm can attach themselves to therefore, I am barren."

"Wow, I so did not know that!" Kate replied, mock enthused about this completely new knowledge. "Gee, thanks, Professor Young."

"I am always happy to help those less intelligent than I," he said, hand to his heart. "Really, public service is what I'm all about."

"Yeah, I keep hearing something like that," she replied, reaching over to lazily, lightly swat at that hand of his. Didn't even have a real reason to, but her annoyance was starting to fade again and maybe that was reason enough. "Do you ever think about yourself at all, is everything you do just for the common good?"

"I am a man for all seasons," he said and smacked at her hand to get it away from his. "Whatever the fuck that means."

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