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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"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."

Kate was making a face through most of that. "Dude, how can you cram that much grossness into a compliment?"

"Talent," was all he said before beaming at her.

She snorted and shook her head. "Well, thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome," he said and saluted her with a chip. "I aim to please and I please to aim."

He didn't care if that didn't make sense.

"That doesn't even make any sense." Yeah, Kate needed to point that out, not that she cared. She just reached over to steal some of his chips. "I'll miss that."

"I know you will," Nathan said, all confidence and smugness. "Don't fret though, you just have to close your eyes and I'll be in your dreams."

"If you knew what a good chunk of my dreams are about, you wouldn't be saying that," Kate snorted. "Also, you've never turned up in them before. I doubt that'll start now."

"Lies," Nathan decided, shaking his head. "I know I've been in your dreams, gyrating around in a tiny pair of shorts and making your regular ole dream a nice wet one."

"... What?" She was laughing at him and that mildly disturbing mental image, now. "Yeah, no."

"Well, now the idea's in your head so I'd count on that image appearing in your dream tonight," Nathan said, smug.

"And it'll be even more disturbing than what I generally tend to see," Kate retorted. "So don't look so smug."

"I will be smug if I wanna," Nathan decided haughtily. "Don't tell me what to do. Let me have this one, it's my last day."

"Oh, fine," she sighed, relenting. "Be smug. I don't really care."

"Thank you," Nathan said and offered her some more chips while he continued on being smug. It seemed like the thing to do today.

Kate rolled her eyes at his continued smugness but reached for the chips anyway. And then, she also scooted a little closer and leaned against his side, attention on the TV again.

Fuck him if he said anything stupid about it.

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

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