Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | Monday | June 27

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It was nice to be back in the dorms where there were walls and doors and bed that he didn't nearly roll off of every single goddamn morning. It was nice to be able to go down the hall and flop down on a comfortable sofa instead of sitting his ass down on a log and risking splinters in that unpadded area. Yes, he had a flat ass, what of it? It came with the skinniness.

In Nathan's opinion, dorms were much better than cabins and, to him, his opinion was gospel. The telly was on but Nathan wasn't really paying attention to the dill, boring drone of the news. He'd gotten an interesting text from Kelly telling him about their new probation worker (called Shaun, apparently) and how he hadn't tried to kill anyone yet. Sally was still missing in action, apparently. Nathan texted Kelly to ask Simon about that because he had the sneaking suspicion that the little pervert was keeping her in his closet but Kelly just told him to shut the fuck up and be nice.

Nathan scoffed at that text and was now trying to get Kelly to admit she missed him. It wasn't going well. And eventually, he got bored and start channel surfing while he waited for Kelly to stop being such a fucking stick in the mud.

"God, I should just read a book if this shit is all the choice I have to watch," he muttered and made a face as he kept flipping channels.

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[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, I don't think anyone would question it, oh King of Asses," she teased. Anyone who knew Nathan would probably believe that he was kind of an ass, after all.

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"Does that mean I get to dub you as Queen of something?" Nathan wondered, tapping his fingers against his knee. "The obvious ones are just too obvious to be good and I'm never one to do shit people expect me to do so you're not Queen of Vampires, Queen of Blood, Queen of Blondes, or Queen of Cheerleaders with Bouncy Tits."

If he was the King of Asses, she had to be something just as laughable. "Queen of Neurotics."

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Caroline gaped, thinking he'd gone a little further than she had with cruelty of naming. "I cannot believe I ever let you touch my breasts," she muttered, reaching for a magazine to hurl at him. She really liked throwing things today.

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Nathan managed to bat that magazine away from his head, at least. He didn't need anymore facial injuries for at least a fucking month. He deserved a break.

"Don't pretend you didn't like that!" Nathan laughed, shaking his head. "You did, I know you did! And if I'm an ass, you're neurotic and all the townspeople lived happily ever after. Calm your tits, mate. You know I could have gone much, much cruder. Instead, I just went for creativity!"