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First Floor Rec Room, Tuesday Morning

This was one of those mornings were Kate just woke up way too early and couldn't go back to sleep with the way thoughts were just whirring around in her head. After trying anyway, she'd given up and headed down to the salle for a half-mandatory pre-class practice session, intended to center her again, and maybe reduce her stress levels about whichever way certain people she wasn't even supposed to pay attention to were probably going to be interacting in class.

Even a good while spent attacking dummies hadn't killed all the time she had left before her class that was still hours away, though, and she found herself having a need to just take it easy now. With some video games. And the rec room was the perfect place for that since she'd never gotten around to hauling her XBox to Fandom even though it was just gathering dust back home. Not like Marshall ever played anything without her.

She parked her ass on a couch, controller in hand, and made herself comfortable. ~~Meta for~~ Little Big Planet was totally good practice for her reflexes too, right?

[ooc: Open like a rec room! ETA: There is a good chance of SP until my evening. Today is weeeird for me.]

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Kate couldn't judge him for that. Those games were fun, and they were both terrible people.

"Sorry, no," she said, glancing over. "Just a little guy made of felt running around. I think I saw a copy of GTA laying around somewhere though."

"Why are you playing this -- " Nathan asked, pointing to the screen and said little felt guy " -- when you could be beating up hookers and stealing cars? Honestly, Kate, when did you turn into some goody two shoes?"

"It was the first thing I happened to grab," Kate shrugged, then nodded vaguely at her training bag on the floor not far from her feet. "Thought maybe I'd done my bit of violence for today already."

"Lame," Nathan decided but made no move to try and make her change games. He'd just rolled out of bed a short time ago and had no desire to move right now. "What's the point of this game? To see how long it takes me to start wishing for a stroke?"

"To run around solving puzzles and collecting those shiny orb things," she drawled lazily, eyes on the screen. Run, little felt boy! "Irishmen wishing for strokes is just a side benefit."

"Oh my fuck, I'm already wishing for a stroke," he declared, slouching further down on the couch and shaking a little convulsively. "Are you actually enjoying this? Is this fun for you now? Has your want of a normal life made you...dull?"

"It's Tuesday morning," Kate replied, because that totally made a difference. Totally. "I'm allowed to be dull if I want to."

"Since when?" Nathan asked, slanting a seriously confused glance at her for that statement. "Maybe you're allowed to be dull in private but bringing your overwhelming dullness into a public arena is a shit move, Kate. Shit move."

Kate would've rolled her eyes if they hadn't been busy with the game. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I guess I could take off my top or something if that'd bring my levels of dullness low enough for your standards."

That offer couldn't have been further from serious.

"It would be acceptable," Nathan decided, leaning away from her to get a better view of this top removal. Sure, he knew she wasn't serious but he also didn't care. "Let's hope your not wearing a bra stained with Cheetos, right?"

"Why would my bra be stained with Cheetos?" Kate asked with a laugh, actually glancing over at him now. "I don't even like them."

"Doritos, then," he amended with a lazy shrug. "And you cannot tell me girls don't lounge around in their underwear when they're bored. Every single person in the world is that lazy at one point in your life. And if you're eating some rather messy potato chips and don't have a napkin, you're gonna wipe your fingers on your bra."

"Uh, no I'm not," she said, rolling her eyes. "You probably would, if you were a chick, but I'm way neater than that. I loinge around in my underwear, sure, but I don't get grease all over it."

"Liar. Until I see visual proof, I'm going to think you wipe your greasy, chicken tender stained hands on your bra," Nathan decided with a smirk. "It's really okay to admit your slob like tendencies, Kate. I am not one to judge."

"Well, I think we've already established I don't care what your delusions about me are," Kate pointed out. "I might be a slob sometimes but I'm not gross."

"Is there something particularly wrong with being gross?" Nathan asked, pretending to take offense. "What if I'm gross? Am I automatically a bad person?"

"Yes," Kate decided immediately. She didn't think that at all, of course. "Are you gross?"

"Yes." He shrugged, not apologetic at all. "Time and place and all so I'm not gross all the time but grossness has a place, in my opinion. If you're really looking for an honest assessment of my grossness, ask my roommate. I'm sure she'll prepare a whole presentation for you complete with diagrams!"

"Nah, I think I'll take your word for it and just be glad I'm not sharing with you," she said, shaking her head. "I'm pretty sure you're less gross like this."

"You don't even know what benefits my grossness might have," Nathan told her, shaking his head sadly. "Do you think Caroline stays because I'm gross? No, she stays because I'm awesome and I payoff in the roommate department."

Or because he knew she was a vampire and that meant she didn't have to lie to someone else.

Kate pursed her lips and shook her head, unconvinced.

"What benefits could your grossness have?"

"Well, food for one. If I have food on me, I share with Caroline because she a bit of an eater."

And she stayed that thin. It was infuriating, really.

"And booze. I have a lot of booze that I store all over the place. And fun. If I'm too fucking busy to clean up, it's because I'm off doing things that are more exciting than cleaning or doing laundry or shit like that."

"Yeah, I'm not really seeing how all that comes from being gross," came Kate's verdict, with another little shake of her head. "These are all disconnected things."

"You don't live with me," Nathan said, shrugging a shoulder. "And you're stuck in this...'I wanna be a real girl!' phase that's probably warped your worldview into an incredibly sad state of affairs."

"If my worldview is warped, it's been warped by things you have no idea about," Kate replied flippantly, attention seemingly more on the game than him again. "And I like you better in small doses."

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