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 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."

"And what thought and sentiment would a boob-hugging Union Jack top hold, hmm?" she wondered, smirking. "'Wish your mediocre rack was here'?"

"Well that and that I was thinking of you!" Nathan pointed out with a grin. "That's a good thing, Kate! If I'm thinking about you while stuck in fucking England, obviously you have left an impression."

"Well of course, I'm taking that for granted." Because she was just that smug and self-centered, or liked to seem that way at least. "I was just wondering if there was more to it."

"If I sent you a four sizes too small t-shirt that stretched across your tits and showed off your stomach, you don't think I'd be providing a public service for all the blokes in this place?" Nathan wondered.

"Where are you even going to find a shirt that small?" Kate wondered, ignoring all that other stuff. "Aww, are you going to be shopping for me in the kids' section? 'Cause I bet that's gonna get some looks."

"I'd tell them it was for my kid sister and it was her birthday," Nathan told her, shrugging. "What's so bad about that? If anyone gave me looks, it'd be looks of admiration at what an outstanding big brother I was, remembering my sister's birthday and getting her a gift."

"I don't know, I think it'd still look suspicious," Kate decided. "Also, I wouldn't wear the shirt."

"Why the fuck not?" Nathan asked, frowning. "It'd be a cool gift! I'd wear it!"

"Maybe I don't want to invite people's objectifying gazes on me like that?"

Ahahaha, yeah.

"...what?"

No really, Kate, what?

"You fucking liar."

Kate just smirked at him. "Technically, it's not a lie if I specify that I have classier ways of inviting attention."

"Yes, but I have seen you parade around in clothes that show you off and you enjoy that attention so don't even fucking try that with me," Nathan said, shaking his head. "I know better."

"Yeah but a shirt that's clearly way too small just stinks of desperation," Kate replied, wrinkling her nose. "Give me a little credit, here."

"Desperation?" Nathan repeated and waved a hand. "You have a guy that's shagging you whenever you want it. Who cares if people think you're desperate? I bet they're just jealous they're not getting porked."

"I think I have enough people here thinking I'm a slut already," Kate replied, shrugging. The most important person had forgiven her; others probably hadn't. "Newsflash, there's a certain limit after which I can't help caring what people think."

"Fuck those people, you're not a slut," Nathan said, shaking his head. "I have known sluts, Kate. They're crawling with sexually transmitted diseases and fuck knows what else. They are definitely two condom girls if I ever wanted to take the chance. Ew."