Second Floor Common Room [Evening]

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

Ramona was about to get a brand new, school-issued little sibling on Saturday. While some might have been doing everything in their power to make their little siblings feel welcome, she had taken a different approach.

She was finally making those damn bingo cards.

And so Thursday night found her sitting cross-legged on the couch, a notebook on her knee and a pencil behind her ear as she considered the list she'd made already. "Randomly turning into children, turning into the opposite gender, turning into an animal," she mused, tapping her fingertip on the notebook as she thought.

There was also something on the TV, not that she was paying attention, and a fair amount of Chinese food on the coffee table before her (and the rollerblades she'd used to retrieve it on the floor by the couch), but it was clear where Ramona's focus was, for the moment.

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[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Ramina," Nathan clarified easily, not at all deterred. "Raminsta. Ramram! I think I might like that one the best. It makes you sound like a tiny baby elephant."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"As cute as baby elephants are, no," Ramona said, rolling her eyes. "I should start calling you something annoying. Nate? Nate-o? Nath-Nath?"

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Not fucking Nate," he said, voice going tight for a second before the momentary tension eased. "You can call me Mr. Cock-A-Rama. It's a very apt description, you have to admit. I'm packing massive weaponry in my pants and I should have a properly descriptive name."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Natey?" she suggested, ignoring all of that.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan wasn't even going to repeat that one. "How about Prodigious Pecker? Now that, you have to admit, just rolls right off the tongue, yeah? Let's go with that."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Natharino," she decided, still ignoring his suggestions. "Nathantastic."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"You lack creativity," Nathan decided, shaking his head. "For a girl that dyes her hair all the colors of the rainbow, you're severely lacking in the creative cajones to really step it up. That is disappointing."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Nathangeddon," she said. "Look, you just called me Ramram. You have no room to talk. None."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"And when I leave, you're gonna be blowing up my phone, just to hear my melodious Irish accent call you Ramram," Nathan guessed, smug. "Because, Rammstein, will miss me and hearing me talk is what's going to be fuel your wet dreams for the rest of your life."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"First of all, gross, and no," she assured him. "Secondly, if I wanted to hear your accent, I would look up Lucky Charms commercials."

These were at least partially lies. She would miss him and his stupid accent plenty.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Hey, fuck you," Nathan groused, frowning. "My accent is not like that fucking leprechaun's and you know it. And I bet he's not packing what I'm packing in my pants but if you wanna find a midget and ride him, I'll look forward to future share time."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I like my leprechauns tall, demonstrably," she said gesturing at him with her pen.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"If you call me a leprechaun again, my dick's gonna be totally off limits to you from now on," Nathan warned, one eyebrow raised.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I should restrict my body from you if you keep calling me Ramram," Ramona replied, raising a brow at him.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Now Ramona, do you really want to keep yourself from me?" Nathan asked, cocking his head to one side.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"When you can't rouse yourself to say my name correctly, yeah," Ramona told him, shaking her head and tsking.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"I bet you secretly like the little pet names," Nathan decided, nodding. "I mean, you do like -- "

Nathan looked around and then smirked back at her.

" -- cuddling."

At least he'd lowered his voice to a whisper there, right?

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"So do you," she accused immediately. "You love cuddling. Don't pretend you don't."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"I didn't!" Nathan pointed out, laughing. "I've never hidden it. I am proud of my enjoyment of cuddling. Come on, what bloke doesn't like a pair of long, feminine legs and a soft pair of tits pressed against him?"

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"You like the sentimentality of it, too," Ramona said lightly. "Not just the physical. Can't fool me."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I bet I could fool you," Nathan countered easily. "I could fool you and twist you and turn you into you were a pink haired pretzel and you wouldn't even know it."

Of course, Nathan hadn't denied her statement there but he was trying to take the focus off of him.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"You could try," she said, shaking her head. "Meanwhile, I do that to everyone every single day without even blinking, and no one knows. So yeah, you could try. But I'm better at it."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"You've never done it to me," Nathan said confidently, shaking his head. "You may think you have but everything you've done to me? I've let it happen. It's benefited me in some way so I just let it occur like the opportunistic bloke I am."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"You can think that," Ramona said, shrugging. "But I still think I'm better at this than you. And that you like cuddling because you like being close to someone just as much as you like tits."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"You're better at nothing," Nathan decided, finishing up the food he'd coaxed out of her and tossing it in the rubbish bin. "And you will never ever prove that whole cuddling theory of yours. You could do scientific experiments, get published in those magazines only virgins right now and become world famous amongst the nerd world and you will never prove it."