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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Thursday | May 26

Nathan hadn't really gotten a chance to get out and enjoy himself since getting back. He'd climbed out of the grave, gotten his ass beat by three girls and gone to classes. He was hoping to fix that tonight since he didn't have any classes for the rest of the week and he was feeling exceptionally lazy. There was the thought of going out to drink but it was still pouring down fucking rain and Nathan didn't feel like going the drowned Irishman way.

Instead, he'd ordered in. He'd gotten himself an entire pizza because he felt like he couldn't really eat enough since coming back from the dead. He didn't want to starve to death or anything like that.

Once said pizza had arrived, Nathan had taken it down to the common room (aww, first visit since coming back from the dead) and flopped down on the couch. He propped his feet up and turned on the telly, finding the first entertaining thing he could. If that happened to be a cartoon about a yellow sponge, so what? Nathan was kind of fucking fascinated by the things Americans considered good television.

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It was the smell of pizza that lured Ariel down to the fourth floor common room and, once she got there, boy, was she glad she followed her now.

"Nathan!" Bright redhead with little concern for personal space incoming at five o'clock, ready for a celebratory hug. "Congratulations on not being dead!"

Nathan had to hurriedly move away his pizza box so Ariel wouldn't end up on top of it when she hugged him. He was still chewing when she ended up embracing him.

"I wasn't sure word had gotten around," he said dryly. "Thanks, I'm kinda glad I'm not dead either."

"By the time I heard you actually died," Ariel said, figuring that not being dead called for a little extra squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, and then a pat on the head before she extracted herself, "I didn't have that much time to really think about it before I heard you hadn't. I've got Kate to thank for that, or else I wouldn't have even known at all. People have to stop going off and dying without me knowing about it, but at least you keep coming back."

"Yeah well, I wasn't really counting on that happening," Nathan told her, shrugging and reaching for his pizza box now that she seemed to have gotten her affections out. "I'm fucking immortal now, mate. There ain't no keeping me down. Many have tries and now none will succeed. Makes me better than everyone."

"You know what else would make you better than everyone?" asked Ariel, squirming a little to get comfortable on the couch and trying to look exceptionally cute as she looked over at Nathan...

...and his pizza box.

"Uh uh," Nathan said, totally unconvinced by that cuteness. "I spent days in my own coffin without anything to eat. I very nearly shriveled up into nothingness. I'm still carb loading, Ariel. I need to get back up to fighting strength."

"No, you don't," Ariel pointed out. "If you're really immortal, then it's not like you'll die from lack of food."

"Uh yes, I actually will die," Nathan said, giving her a look. "Before I come back, I have to die and I get all the pain that comes from it. You're not an expert on my immortality, Ariel. I am."

Sort of.

"Mmmm," Ariel considered that. "You know, you're right. I must not be thinking straight; I blame lack of pizza."

"You've given me no good reason to share," Nathan pointed out, shaking his head. "Until you do, it's my pizza and you'll just have to suffer in silence."

"I gave you a hug," Ariel offered. "You need to give me something back. It's only fair."

"One, that's a fucking desperate reason," Nathan stated. "Two, no. That hug was welcoming me back from the dead, not a pizza related hug. I could tell. I'm a fucking expert on hugs and that wasn't a pizza related hug."

"So, if I gave you another hug that was pizza related, would that work?" Ariel wondered.

"Nope." Nathan shook his head and finished his first slice. "You know, you could just order your own pizza. Don't you work about fifty jobs? You should have plenty of fucking money. What's so special about mine?"

"Just two," Ariel said, "and I spend all my money on shoes. And yours is yours, Nathan, that makes all the difference. You know, I could just stab you and as you lie dying in pain, take and eat all your pizza and when you come back and say, 'What the heck, Ariel?', I'll be all, 'And that's why sharing is caring, Nathan.'"

"You'd never be able to stab me," Nathan said, shaking his head. "Not a chance. You're not a violent person and I haven't done anything worth getting stabbed for. And if you stab me, I'm gonna bleed all over the place and there's some more of your money gone replacing the shit I bleed all over."

"If you let me have a slice now," Ariel said, "I'll re-compensate you with a whole 'nother pizza at another time. And, before you say anything, yeah, sure, I could order my own, but then I'd have to wait for it, and, you see, I'm hungry now."

"Hmm." Nathan couldn't say another pizza at some point wouldn't be nice but still. He didn't want to give up that easily. "I'm noticing a pattern with you, you know. First you couldn't live without my porn and now my pizza. Either you're in love with me or...you're in love with me. If that's the case, I'm flattered but it's not gonna happen. My pizza is mine and mine alone right now."

"Right now," Ariel acknowledged. "There must be something to convince you to part with just a little, itty bitty, insignificant slice? Especially for someone who clearly adores you so very much, Nathan."

Completely with fawning and swooning and batting eyes.

"You just said you'd stab me for a slice of pizza," Nathan said, raising an eyebrow. "That whole cute and adorable thing isn't gonna work when you were just threatening me. I should be fearing for my life right now but this pizza is too delicious to ignore."

"Fearing for your life!" Ariel snorted, mostly to keep from laughing. "You just countered my threat with the fact that I am too cute and adorable and harmless to really stab you."

Ariel shook her head. "But if you want to enjoy all those slices and forgo a completely free pizza again later, oh, well." She sighed heavily, so sadly, so disappointed, and pushed herself to her feet. "I'm gonna make a Hot Pocket."

Nathan rolled his eyes. "You really think I'm capable of being guilt tripped? I really strike you as someone that gets all gooey and mushy at the sight of a sad girl?"

"No," Ariel admitted with a shrug from the refrigerator. "But I figure it never hurts to try. Good to know death hasn't changed you any, Nathan."

"I'm choosing to take that as a compliment," Nathan said, giving her a little salute with his pizza slice. "I'm a selfish dickhead whose only out for one thing: himself. That's the best way to go about things."

Honestly, that was a lie. He did care about people but he tried to keep it a secret.

"And I'm a kind-hearted but generous soul who will just have to have more pizza later with someone else, I guess," said Ariel as she put a Hot Pocket on a plate and drifted toward the microwave. "And all I'll have to is this Hot Pocket, to cry my heartbreak away."

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