Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Tuesday | March 15

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Today was Nathan's birthday. Last weekend, he'd been stupidly upset to realize that his mum had seemed to forget the whole fucking thing but today? Today, he didn't care. He'd repressed all that and now was just dead set on enjoying his special day. There weren't any classes to deal with so he'd slept late, gone into town, found every single birthday special there was and then come back, childish birthday party hat in hand.

Yep, he was gonna wear that thing while he chilled in the common room. There were possible epic plans for later that he was anticipating but lazing around on the sofa, a carton of chicken nuggets (a splurge in honor of turning eighteen) on his lap while watching some completely awful daytime talk show.

Maybe these people would start fighting each other over the paternity of their kid. Or maybe they'd make up. Whatever, Nathan didn't care. His birthday, his good mood.

[It is Nathan's birthday which he told like one person but the common room is open nonetheless with a birthday boy and bad television!]

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[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Uh." Nathan hadn't ever really thought about it. Movies were movies. He watched them, he enjoyed them, he forgot about them. "Taxi Driver's pretty fucking cool. That man is nuts, man."

[vanillajello]

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Kate smirked, already starting to wander her way to the door. "Now, I should go back downstairs. I have shit to do before the run."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan raised an eyebrow at the seemingly random question and the lack of payoff to answering. "Have fun running," he said, not questioning it. "Don't die."

[vanillajello]

Sometimes the payoff took a little more time. Patience was a virtue.

"Not intending to," Kate replied, giving him a little wave as she went. "See you later."