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The Deck [Saturday late afternoon]

It was finally spring, and that meant two things. One, that the weather was nice enough for Ramona to stretch out on the deck, on this lazy, lazy Saturday afternoon. Not nice enough to like, grab her bikini or anything, but nice enough that she could sit out here while her hair dried. The days were longer, she had a hoodie for when it got cold, and it was just relaxing after finishing her semester.

Which was the second thing. Spring was a time of change, and Ramona had been feeling restless in blue for a little while. So while she flipped through her book, wincing occasionally at scary parts, her newly-magenta hair did the last of its drying.

Kinda couldn't beat it, as far as Ramona was concerned. At least for now. Tomorrow she might hate lazy spring days, depending on her fancy.

[totally open deck, yes, i am bored.]

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"I know, but I'm just saying, it won't be obligatory," she said, smiling. "Plus I think it might just make Leo feel weird if you propositioned him."

"Yeah, I don't do blokes no matter how ethereal -- " That just sounded like a nice, big word to use there. " -- they might be. My dick might come into contact with his dick and then there'll be sexual confusion and the need for epiphanies and I've just got too much going on for that."

"I think Leo's still afraid of my boobs specifically and sex in general, so no worries there," Ramona said, shaking her head. "But thank you for your eloquence. I'm not letting you sleep in random places, though, so that's one thing you don't have to worry about, amongst sexual confusion and whatnot."

"Hey, I've been making due," Nathan argued even if he didn't really want to keep sleeping on couches and shit. "It's kinda like camping except there isn't a tent, there aren't any s'mores, there's no sleeping bag, and there aren't any girls hopefully wearing shirts with no bras and thinking the thin walls of their tent will keep them hidden."

"I'm sure you have, but I'm not above using force, and not in some cutesy way like you think," Ramona said. "I don't care if leprechauns are nomadic or you think it's like camping, you're going to get hurt or sick or something and frankly I'm probably already going to hell and I don't need this on my conscience, too. You can camp in my room. I might not even wear a bra."

There. That wasn't like, sappy or anything, despite the fact that she really was worried about him. But she didn't think he'd appreciate her saying so.

Edited 2011-04-24 02:15 (UTC)

"Fiiiiiine," Nathan said even if it wasn't that hard a decision. Bunking in someone's room was preferable to bunking in random motels all the time. It saved money and he didn't have to worry about some seven foot tall biker named Fang busting into his room and asking him to hide the drugs for him.

Not that that had happened...lately.

"And, you know, thanks," he said, quieter than before. He appreciated the hospitality but it was hard to express that. "I won't wear a bra either unless you're into that sort of thing and then maybe I will."

"If I catch you in one of my bras I'm going to yell at you," she said mildly, raising a brow. Because she would. And then mock him for not filling it out.

"And you're welcome," she added, slanting a look at him with a little smile. "Any time. Unless I catch you going through my underwear drawer or something."

And she'd probably still let him stay then. Shhh, she was a softer touch than she'd like anyone to know.

"God, you're not gonna let me have any fun, are you?" He tried to sound offended and oh so put out but there was some relief sprinkled in there at the thought of knowing he'd have at least a floor to sleep during his self imposed exile from his room.

"And I was going to give you free run of my clothes," he added after a moment. "I've got some thoroughly amazing trousers and t-shirts in there not to mention by unmentionables."

She glanced at his legs, raised a brow, and added, "You know, I bet your pants would actually fit okay, but I'm going to say no thanks? But hey, nice of you to offer. You're still not going through my underwear. And don't complain or I'll exclusively wear my least sexy pajamas."

Nathan didn't know what it said about him that she was not the first person to say that about his trousers. His poor skinny legs got absolutely no respect.

"What are your least sexy pajamas?" he asked, curious.

"High-necked flannel," she answered easily, shrugging. "Utterly uninteresting."

"And what if flannel is one of my kinks?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "I own some flannel myself, you know. Perhaps I enjoy the friction the soft fabric can create across one's body. Perhaps that's all I'd be thinking about with you in those pajamas."

"Enjoy the image, then," Ramona said, lazily stretching her long, long legs out in front of her. "Meanwhile, I'll keep on sleeping in little shorts and tiny tops. It's too warm for flannel."

"And yet, you'd wear flannel just to put me off?" Nathan asked, laughing. "I think I should feel honored that you'd risk turning into a sweaty, smelly mess just to make me stay away."

"The precautions I take to keep you from finding me attractive," Ramona said, tsking. "It's a cause near and dear to my heart."

Not really.

"You'd have to work super hard at trying to make me not find you attractive," Nathan said, shrugging. "And, for some reason, I don't think you want to exert that much effort for anyone let alone me."

"That does sound like a lot of work," she noted thoughtfully. "Unless I kept my hair brown permanently. That'd be an easy way to solve that problem."

Ramona had issues with her hair, perhaps.

"Would you ever keep your hair brown permanently?" Nathan asked curiously, eyes flicking up to her hair.

"Nope," she said immediately, shaking her head as she exhaled a pretty good smoke ring. "I change it like every two weeks. I don't keep it any color permanently."

And she had her reasons for that, and maybe someday she'd get over it, but probably not anytime soon.

"There a color that you've never done but you kinda wanna try?" Nathan asked, unsure how he got so curious about her hair.

"I've never been yellow, but I think I'd look weird as a blonde," Ramona decided thoughtfully. "I still think you should let me at yours."

"Wouldn't that ruin the soft, sheep like texture of my hair?" Nathan wondered, miming like he was fluffing the hair in question.

"Mine is still soft, if not sheep-like, and shut up, I was four," Ramona said, glaring lightly at him.

"What color would you do mine?" he asked, deciding not to tease her too much about the sheep thing even if it was funny. "Seriously, though. Pretend you're not a smartass who thinks I'd look good as a leprechaun or a reproduction of the Irish flag or whatever other freaky things go on in your mind where I'm concerned."

"Red," she decided after a moment, studying him for a moment as she considered her answer. "I'd do yours in a dark red -- like burgundy, almost. Or a burnt orange. It'd look good with your skin and eyes. Bright colors might look kind of funny on you, with the curly hair."

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