fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday

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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"I could just leave you a list of good titles," Nathan pointed out. "Or you could find someone else that owns porn and steal it from them. You think I'm the only bloke that watches porn in this dorm? Fuck no."

"But it just won't be the same if it's not from you, Nathan," Ariel informed him in a sing-song voice. "Your porn was my first porn; you never forget your first."

Well, technically, that class was the first, but if she wanted to associate porn with any curly haired person from England, it sure as heck wasn't going to be Sherlock Holmes.

"Wouldn't shopping for your own porn be a more rewarding experience?" Nathan asked curiously. "It'd be like growing up and getting hair in all those secret places at once!"

"Not even close," Ariel said, shaking her head, and adopting a bit of a pout. "Because I know I'd be shopping for my own porn because I failed to get you to let me have more of yours."

"Yeah, but you'd be using the skills you learned from me in what constitutes a good porn and putting them to use just like I know you can. I believe in you Ariel, I really," Nathan encouraged.

"But there isn't just...one...little thing you could leave for me to keep me inspired?"

"It's a bit worrying how close you are to actually begging for my porn," Nathan remarked idly.

See, but it wasn't even about the porn anymore. It was all about the victory.

Which was why Ariel summoned up all the power of those great big blue eyes, training their watery hopefulness on Nathan ask she shamelessly asked, "Pleeeeease?"

"I'm very attached to my porn," Nathan said, standing tall in the face of that look for the moment. "It's like my child, Ariel."

"Ah, but, Nathan," said Ariel, "there comes a point in every father's life where he can't just hold his children down anymore. He has to let them go, let them be free to live their own lives without him. Think of it like a father giving his daughter away on her wedding, into the hands of someone who will care and cherish her forever."

"What the fuck kind of metaphor is that?" Nathan asked, making a face. "My porn is not akin to a fucking wedding and I don't even know why you want it other than the fact that you want it. I'm not entrusting a prized possession to someone who can't even tell me why."

"Hey," said Ariel, "you're the one who brought out the metaphor of a child. And that's what happens with kids. They grow up, and you've got to let them go. Don't be a jerk like my dad, all overprotective and everything."

"It's my porn!" Nathan retorted, laughing. "I can be overprotective if I want and you comparing me to your dad isn't gonna help. I've got a shit dad and he's shittier than anything so I know how low I can go."

"Pffftt," said Ariel, eloquently, settling back with a sigh. "Boy, Nathan, you used to be fun."

"Don't pout because you're not getting your way," Nathan quipped, amused. "It's very unbecoming."

"Not being fun anymore isn't very becoming either," Ariel quipped right back, though the pout remained in place. "But if that's the impression you want to leave for me before you leave..."

"You're pouting because you're not getting my porn. That doesn't make me less fun, that makes you less convincing," Nathan argued. "Sorry."

"Nope," Ariel said, shaking her head. "That makes you less fun. If you were more fun, I wouldn't need to even convince you."

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

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