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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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"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."

"Oh, that was subtle," Nathan said, rolling his eyes and climbing to his feet. Maybe he misunderstood her exact meaning but whatever, he got the overall message. "Fuck you, then. See you Friday in class."

This time, Kate actually paused the game to give him an incredulous look. "Smaller doses than living with you," she felt the need to clarify. Not that she ever gave messages that were anything less than clear. Ahem. "Sit your drama queen ass back down, Nathan."

"Why should I?" Nathan asked, making a face. "Maybe I don't want to sit down. Maybe I want to stand up and stretch my legs. Maybe I want to use my glorious height to my advantage."

"And what advantage is that?" she wondered, looking up at him. "Looming menacingly?"

Pfft, right. Even he knew he didn't loom very well. He preferred just getting himself in someone's face rather than looming like a creeper.

"Of course not," he said and shook his head. "More like showing off my gloriously long and lanky frame. I hear height's quite the indicator of some of the more important attributes of a bloke."

Kate was so going to play dumb and innocent here.

"Yeah," she nodded, "like being able to reach stuff on the top shelf."

"Oh, I should have expected someone as boring and normal as you not to get the deeper meanings of my statement," Nathan replied, perfectly willing to twist her attempts at innocence around. "You have fallen so far."

"Well, I'm pretty sure tall guys also have long arms," Kate pointed out. She'd give up this role when she felt like it. "Perfect for hugs. Is that more what you were going for?"

"Yes but I'm not even going to try to explain it to someone who's just completely lost her fucking way," Nathan decided, shaking his head. "The mighty have fallen so far. What's next, Kate? A purity ring?"

"Ew." Well, so much for that role. She made a face. "No thanks. Not before someone gives me my own show on the Disney channel."

"Well, you're off playing tennis," he said and couldn't help making a face at that word, "and spending time with people who probably wear loafers and tie their sweaters around their neck so I'm not sure there's much hope for you at all, Kate."

He shook his head and stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "When you play your first game of backgammon, do let me know so I can have a laugh."

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