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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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"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."

"I still don't get why you seem so bothered by all that," Kate replied, tilting her head at him. "I mean, it's not like you have to watch me do any of it. I'm still here, playing video games." She waved the controller a bit, as if to illustrate. "Even if it's currently one that makes you wish for a stroke."

"It doesn't bother me," Nathan said, rolling his eyes again because he didn't get fucking bothered. Nothing bothered him (and he was lying to himself but whatever). "I just find it enjoyable to point out this bullshit that you've injected into your life because I know it doesn't belong there. A fucking rock could see it doesn't belong there. One of these things is not like the other."

Yeah, Kate still thought it bothered him, even if it was just a little. It didn't always seem like he was enjoying himself when he was pointing all this stuff out.

"Okay, then I don't get how you think you're an expert in what does or doesn't belong in my life," she said, but her tone wasn't particularly argumentative, just curious. Wasn't looking to drive him away. "You've known me for what, a month?"

"And?" Nathan asked, shrugging. "Length of knowing you has bearings on what I do and don't know? I'm not stupid, Kate. I can figure things out fairly quickly."

"Well, I'd like to think I'm a little more complex than that," Kate said. "I have more facets than you know about."

Or maybe she didn't.

"And tell me, have I been completely and totally wrong with my observations?" He didn't expect much from this answer. He expected her to lie.

"Yes." Well, why let down someone's expectations? "Sometimes I'm a mess but that doesn't mean I can't be normal."

"Oh, you're a liar," he said, shaking his head. "I expected that answer and I'm so pleased that you didn't let me down. Really, Kate, if I was so fucking wrong, you wouldn't get as defensive as you do."

"I'm not getting defensive."

Well, not this time. ...Well, not until just now when she said that, anyway.

"Why can't you just let it go? You've made your point. Shouldn't you be persuading me into being how you think I should be instead of telling me I'm not like that, anyway?"

"Defensive," he said, crossing his arms and looking almost triumphant about being proven right.

"And really, Kate, you might say you don't think I'm stupid but you're certainly acting like you think I am. If I try to persuade you to do anything, you'll do the opposite because you're fucking contrary."

It was what he'd do, at least.

"Besides, I'm not going to waste my breath persuading you to be what you are. That's your job. If you wanna pretend, whatever. Just know that it's pretty see through."

Kate sighed, leaning back against the couch.

"If I end up with an identity crisis, it's gonna be all your fault," she drawled, not sounding like she meant it one bit. Mostly because her identity had been in a crisis for a long time. "You can't know if I'd be contrary, you haven't tried."

"No, I know you'd be contrary," he replied and sounded pretty damn confident about that. "You and I are a lot alike except I don't see the need to pretend to be normal. When you're not pretending, you're like me and you want to be contrary and argumentative because it's fun to push other people's buttons."

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