fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Friday

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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Kate snorted. "You have such high opinions of people," she said, shaking her head. "Like your life is much more glamorous."

Of course, she did the exact same thing. She just didn't say most of the stuff she thought.

"My life is fucking fabulous, thank you very much," Nathan said, buffing his nails on his shirt. "I'm happy which makes whatever I'm doing in my life just fucking fine. You should try it. I don't even have to pretend to get my happiness."

"You're not always that happy," Kate replied with a little shrug that seemed to imply that was just how things went. "But if that's how you feel then hey, good for you."

"I am always happy." He refused to think about the times that he wasn't because that meant having feelings and shit and he hated being depressed. "I guess I'm just that special, you know. Envy me, Kate, envy me."

"I only envy how good you are at making it seem like you really don't give a fuck about much of anything," Kate said, rocking back on her heels a bit. "But I've already seen enough to know it doesn't really work like that. Not even for you."

"Well, that's your opinion," he said and shrugged again, putting on that uncaring facade for all to see. "It's wrong but it's your opinion and I fully support your ability to have one, wrong or not."

"Aww, you're even doing it right now," she noted, tilting her head to the side, watching him. "It's good though, I like it. It's why I come around. But you get upset too. I should know, I got bitched at in the street not so long ago."

"Well, you were being fucking ridiculous and someone needed to tell you that," Nathan said, still not really admitting any fucking thing. "If not me, then who? You've implied that everyone else here just haaaaates you and you hate them right back. It's like my duty to call you on your bullshit since there is plenty."

Kate could've picked almost any part of that statement to question, really, but she wasn't getting distracted by defending herself right now.

"And why exactly would that be your duty?" she wondered, lightly. "Doesn't that imply giving a fuck about something?"

Nathan shrugged and turned his attention back towards the television even if he had no idea what he was going on anymore. It still gave him something to pay attention to that wasn't her.

"You can't even imagine the fucks I don't give," he replied, grinning widely and stretching out. "I do what I do when I wanna do it. End of story."

Kate snorted, somewhat amused. "Way to avoid the question with a statement that barely means anything."

She shook her head, then gave a little wave with her hand as she was turning to leave. "Wanting to tell me I'm full of shit still means giving a fuck about my bullshit but, y'know. Have a nice, nonproductive, impregnable day."

"Adieu," Nathan said, waving back and giving no answers to any of her statements because he was convinced they were wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong.

And had he said anything, all he would've gotten back would've been a resounding 'pfft', only in far more words. Because she was right and he was wrong, yes.

But that was a neverending debate and best saved for another day. With another vague wave, Kate disappeared into the hallway again.

Unable to really tell what her feelings on any of this were, but she was already getting used to that.

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Friday | January 28

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