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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

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"Not missing someone and not being sad are not the same thing, Nathaniel," Kate pointed out, looking mildly amused. "Though I'm sure you're crushed anyway."

"Are you telling me you won't be sad when I'm gone?" Nathan asked skeptically. "Because, if that's what you're saying, I won't fucking believe you. You will be sad and you will miss me."

"Why are you so convinced I'll be sad?"

That was not avoiding the question, by the way. Because she said so.

"I am convinced you'll be sad because I know you and you love me and my adorable ways and having them suddenly ripped away from you is going to be a sad, sad thing," Nathan lectured.

Kate reached over lazily to flick him on the nose. "Bullshit."

"So, you're not going to spend a day moping around only to dedicate a movie to me when you go to work?" Nathan asked. "Because, if you did that, I'd feel really missed."

"Are you psychic now?" Kate snorted. "Would you know it all the way from England what it says on the marquee at my work here? 'Sides, I don't even know when you're leaving."

"Tomorrow," he said and didn't look at her as he said that. "So, um, pretty fucking soon, then!"

"Tomorrow," Kate repeated evenly, glancing over at him. "Okay then."

Well, what was she supposed to say? She'd known it was soon, but having it be tomorrow actually made it seem more... real, somehow.

"Hey, come on, it's like one more whole fucking day," Nathan said even if he had plans to sneak out early tomorrow morning. "I'm not gone yet. The Irish have not left the fucking building."

"Yeah, and the likelihood of me seeing you before you go after I leave this room is...?"

Look, he was dealing with a pessimistic cynic, here.

"I'll probably be around tomorrow," Nathan replied, shrugging. "I've still got shit to pack. And I'll have to pay someone to carry my bags and that'll take some time."

Oh, she was going to be pissed at him for saying that, later.

"Do you even have enough stuff to warrant someone else carrying it?" she wondered. "Or, enough money to pay anyone?"

"I have stuff!" Nathan said, mock offended. "I've accumulated a right lot of cheap shit since I got here. I've got three whole bags! Stop assuming, you ass."

"Don't call me an ass," Kate warned him, not really serious, "I won't miss you if you call me names."

Except he'd been calling her names the entire time they'd known each other.

"Would you prefer Hot Piece of Ass?" Nathan asked, smirking. "Cuz, I could go with that too. It's true and all."

"I don't know," Kate replied, tilting her head as if she was really considering it. "Is that better or worse than Blonde Girl with the Moderately Sized Rack?"

D'aww, memories.

"Wow, that's one I'd almost forgotten," Nathan said, smirking. "What's your boyfriend call you? I bet it's something mushy and gooey and way too romantic and it'll make me vomit."

Kate snorted. "As if I'm telling you what my boyfriend calls me," she said. "That shit's private."

Also, she'd never hear the end of it, she was sure.

Nathan laughed and clapped his hands. "But, he calls you something, you just admitted it! I bet I could guess anyway. He's too proper for anything super dirty."

"Oh, you could never, ever guess it," Kate replied, shaking her head because she was quite confident on that point. "Never ever. Your brain is too dirty to figure out how his works."

"Which means it's something super duper gooey and gross!" Nathan declared, laughing. "Kate, when did you get so soft? Oh, you call him Teddy Bear, don't you? Or, what's the English phrase for teddy bear? Is there one?"

"I'm not telling you anything," Kate repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Except that no, I don't call him Teddy Bear or any other kind of stuffed animal."

Breakfast foods were so much better, clearly.

"What would you call me if I was in his position?" Nathan asked curiously. "Hypothetically, of course. Don't even reach out and try to smack me like I'm coming onto you or some shit."

Kate rolled her eyes at the last part of that statement. The rest got a shrug. "I already call you Nathaniel, that wouldn't cut it?"

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