Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Thursday | May 26

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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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"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.

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"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."

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"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."

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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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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"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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"What amuses me," Nathan said, reaching for another slice, "is that you'd rather eat something that looks like a pig shit into rather than get on the phone and order a pizza for yourself. I bet if you promised the pizza guy a little something extra, he'd speed up the delivery."

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"This looks nothing like pig shit," Ariel maintained. Not that she really knew what pig shit looked like. "But I like these. They're all cheesy and gooey and I can still stuff them with Cheetos to make them even a little crunchy."

This was a girl who was on a quest to deep fry everything she could think of. Her food standards weren't exactly high here, Nathan.

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"...Cheetos?" Nathan asked, giving her a look. "And what are Cheetos going to add to it? Flavoring the pig shit so you can get it down without gagging? Why don't you just eat your own puke, man?"

He was extremely eloquent. And gross.

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"Gross, Nathan," said Ariel, wrinkling her nose. "Cheetos add crunch. Everyone knows that."

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"So do paint chips but if add them, they'll get you high instead of turning your insides orange and making the eventual release of that food the color of the sun," Nathan said, continuing that gross out streak. It was amazing he could eat and talk like this. "You're gonna get the shits, Ariel."

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"It does not turn my insides orange," Ariel insisted, lifting her chin in defense of her gross eating habits. "And, even if they did, I love orange; it's a great color. I'll make sure to take a picture for you."

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"That's sick!" Nathan said, feigning disgust. "Are you even flexible enough to do that? Take a picture of your shit when you're on the shitter? That's talent, Ariel. Talent."

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"I meant after," Ariel said, though, really, she now lost her appetite for anything even remotely gooey or brightly colored, so she was putting the Hot Pocket right back in Saran wrap and into the fridge.

"This conversation," she announced, with a snort, "took a downturn toward the worse really quickly."

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"Yeah," he said and sighed, "I've missed being able to talk to people that talk back. I only had myself to talk to while I was in my coffin and conversations with yourself get old fast."

And while Ariel had lost her appetite, Nathan was still happily eating away. "You gotta get yourself a stronger stomach."

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"I think this is for the best," Ariel noted, closing the refrigerator. "After all this deep fried stuff I've been eating, I won't be able to fit into my seashells at this rate. How long were you stuck in a coffin?"

She didn't even want to think about it; she thought being trapped under the sea was bad enough, and there was more sea than land, really....

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"A few days, I think," Nathan said, reaching for another slice of pizza. "Maybe a week or so. It wasn't that long because I didn't die again. I just got really bored and lost my voice a few times because I kept screaming for someone to dig me up."

The only person that would have heard that would have been Caroline and she'd been long gone by then.

"It was a comfy coffin, at least."

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"Still..." Ariel gave a faint little shudder. "That had to be awful."

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"It wasn't so much the being buried alive that bothered me," Nathan admitted, sounding almost thoughtful. "It was thinking that I'd be there for the rest of my life, just dying over and over."

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Yeah, Ariel had to agree that that would be totally lame.

"How did you end up getting out?" she asked, plopping back down on the couch.

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"Brute strength, baby," Nathan said, giving his bicep a flex. "I just pushed myself out."

Not even close.

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"Really?" Hey, Ariel would bite, and she laughed, impressed. "How long did that take you?"

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"An hour," Nathan lied, shrugging. "It would have been sooner but I stopped to have a quick nap because I got a little tired. Pushing tons of dirt out of the way does take a lot out of a bloke."

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"An hour's a lot quicker than I would have expected," Ariel admitted. "But I guess you must have just really wanted out of there, and I can't say I blame you."

Another shudder came unbidden.