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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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"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?"

"Fuck Nathaniel!" Nathan exclaimed. "I want a fucking pet name!"

"Nathaniel is a fucking pet name, dumbass," Kate retorted. "And I call you 'dearest' a lot. God, you're greedy."

[And I need to sleep, good night!]

"Nathaniel is riffing off my actual name and I don't fucking like it," Nathan retorted, shaking his head. "You're not creative. Not at all."

[Night!]

"Maybe I don't want to be creative," Kate shrugged. "Besides, I didn't like the pet name Bod gave me at first, either, so really I think that's par for the course."

"I will never fucking like Nathaniel," he said, shaking his head. It fell into the same category as Nate and he didn't like that one. "Pick something else."

"Why should I have to?" she wondered. "It's not like you really call me anything I actually like, either."

"I haven't called you Katie from the Midwest in weeks!" Nathan pointed out like that was some big accomplishment. "That's progress!"

"Oh, yeah, finally refraining from calling me by a nickname you shouldn't have been using in the first place," Kate replied, dryly. "Bravo, Nathan. Really, that's such a fucking accomplishment."

"Thank you!" Nathan said, taking her sarcasm literally and patting himself on the back. "I am an excellent person, I know that. You are very welcome for not using that nickname anymore Katie from Kansas."

There really wasn't anything to do with that than just rolling her eyes. "That's not much better."

"Why not?" Nathan asked, popping a chip in his mouth. "What about...Katherine?"

Well, it matched Nathaniel and he had no idea her douche ex liked to call her that.

At least his accent made it sound better. Kate snorted. "Katherine's why you got Nathaniel in the first place."

"What?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "I've never once called you Katherine before today so how did that get me Nathaniel?"

"Because Katherine is what Zach wanted to start calling me," Kate explained, shrugging. "And it was pretty soon after that that I needed a new name for you, and Nathaniel just seemed to fit the theme."

"Zach is a twat," Nathan said plainly. "I refuse to be associated with him in any fucking way."

"Well, too late, shoulda thought of that before you spent my entire relationship with him bitching about him," Kate pointed out with a lopsided smirk. He was very much associated with that whole thing in her head. "Besides, I like Katherine, just as I like Nathaniel. And you wouldn't call me that in an effort to brainwash me."

"I spent your entire relationship bitching about him because he was a fucking controlling psycho," Nathan said, making a face. "He deserved to be bitched about. He brought it all on himself. And I refuse to answer to Nathaniel."

"Actually, you've answered to it many a time," Kate replied, nodding. "I don't know, maybe you just don't pay enough attention."

"Starting now, I refuse to answer to Nathaniel," he clarified. "Smartass."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you've said that before," she replied, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head. "We'll see, I guess."

"You're not getting anything tacky from England now," Nathan told her, shaking his head. "You've lost out on your three sizes too small Union Jack t-shirt that nicely shows off your tits. Too bad."

"Crushed," she drawled, bringing a hand up to her heart. "Once again, I have to remind you I can actually travel through portals all on my own and buy tacky shit with my own money if I want it."

"Yes, that's not the same as if I'd sent it myself," Nathan pointed out, shaking his head. "You can buy shit with your money but it wouldn't have the sentiment and thought behind it like something from me would have."

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