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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"How the hell should I know?" Nathan asked, shrugging. "I've only died once so far and the actual act of dying isn't fun so I'm not really rushing to go play in traffic or let some fuck shoot me in the face just because I know I'll come back. Shit still hurts! You can heal and shit but wouldn't it hurt you if someone shot you in the face?"

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"Well duh!" Caroline didn't think she needed to really answer that. "Not that I've tried getting shot. I'm going on assumptions of pain here. Clearly there are things I avoid more than others."

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"You ever been stabbed?" Nathan asked, unable to help his curiosity there. "And not like -- "

He mimicked staking and a very, very dramatic, writhing death on the couch before sitting back up again.

"Like, has some girl gotten pissed that you were prettier or better than her and just jammed a nail file in your shoulder or something?"

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Oh God, witness her eyes and the rolling and another small pillow launching at his writhing self.

"Oh hush, even if I am prettier and better than all the girls you know doesn't mean I've driven anyone to the edge of violence by nail file. I happen to be nice so any desire to stab me is generally suffocated by how awful it would be to cause me pain and injury." Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

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Nathan was just going to let that pillow smack him in the face before laughing and tucking it behind his head. At least she wasn't throwing hair dryers this time. That had actually hurt like a motherfucker.

"You're nice?" he asked, widening his eyes comically. "When the fuck did that happen? I must have missed that."

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"I'm totally nice," Caroline insisted, laughing at his wide eyes. "You've seen it in action, you can't deny it exists even if you want to."

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"You threw a hairdryer at me!" Nathan reminded her, rubbing the back of his head when it throbbed with a sympathy pain. "And then you nearly broke my arm! A nice person would have fallen to hers and wept at my reappearance. I have to go to therapy to get over my hairdryer related fears, you know."

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"I thought you were an intruder," she pointed out. "You could've been a rapist in a Nathan costume, which means you're lucky the worst you got was a hairdryer pitched at your head. I could've gone all vampire and sucked you dry!" Caroline paused, wondering. "Though now I'm curious if that would even kill you. Huh."

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"You could definitely kill me," Nathan declared, nodding. "There's no doubt about that. You drain me dry, I'm gonna die. That doesn't sound like a very fun way to die either, by the way, even if my blood is the sweetest anyone would ever taste."

He still had no motivation to let anyone change it but still, he figured it'd taste good. "What I'm wondering is if some vampire did strut on up to me and wanted to have an Irish Bloody Mary, could they even convert me? Don't you have to die before you wake up all undead, pale, with a sunlight allergy?"

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"There's a lot of steps required," Caroline said, sighing because she knew he just wanted to be special. "If someone was all desperate to turn you, though I really don't know why they'd want to since you'd so never be able to control the blood lust, but if they did, yes, you'd have to die first but after having a little drink of blood on your own."

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"Hey, wait!" Nathan said, holding up a hand and frowning at her. "How do you know I wouldn't be able to control myself? I control myself just fine! You've gotta stop these baseless and hurtful assumptions. I'm beginning to think you think that I'm stupid."

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"Oh come on, Nate," Caroline sat up, leaning over to wave his hand down and lower her voice. "You like your vices, you can't deny that. Now imagine something that's better than any drug you've ever had, better than the best high - better than sex! Can you picture it?"

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"There is nothing better than sex," he said and waggled a finger at her. "That's sacrilegious to even say, Caroline! If you keep going around, talking like that, you're gonna lose the ability to have a shag and then where will you be!"

And Nathan had no idea that the island could actually stop them from having sex if it wanted. That was frightening.

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"Yeah, well, sex is a close second to drinking blood," she shared with a sigh, wondering why she was torturing herself even thinking about how good it was. "The straight from the source stuff, not my bagged meals. That's why falling off the wagon is such a big deal. One drink and it's all you can think about." She should not be staring at that vein in his neck while she said all that.

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"You've been doing okay, though," Nathan said, actually meaning that. "On the whole not drinking people thing, that is. So hey, maybe the whole blood lust thing is strong but you're obviously stronger. Bravo."

He nodded once at her. "Obviously all that food you eat is doing you some good. I'm just worried that it's all building up and you're gonna wake up one day and it's all gonna be in your hips and ass. You're gonna have back. Baby."

That fucking song.

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"Well yeah, but I work my ass off not to speed across the sofa and rip your throat open," she reminded him. "And no mocking my eating habits. My ass is so not getting big. You're just jealous my arms are more muscular than yours."

Of course, that didn't stop her from feeling paranoid and turning to check her ass out, tugging on the leg of her shorts to prove that there was nothing massive about her hips or ass.

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"Even if you did jump across the sofa and rip my throat out, you'd have me being seriously fucking pissed to look forward to when the immortality kicked in," Nathan warned like that was some scary threat. He was totally imposing, really.

"So, remember that." He nodded firmly. "And your arms are not more muscular than mine! I've been working out. I took a fucking zombie class last term. I had to run and lift shit and play with weapons. Total workout. I am diesel now."

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"Oh yes, you're totally Vin Diesel with that ripped upper body," she teased, sitting back down. "And I'm just shaking in my boots at the thought of feeling your the wrath of your ire directed at me." Caroline held out her hand to show him. "Totally shaking, see?"

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"Is Vin Diesel the name of a porn star?" With a name like that, it could only be porn or soap operas. No one voluntarily named their child Vin. That was like naming your kid Marvin or some shit.

"And maybe I couldn't take you physically but I know where your clothes are and I've got a stock of red Kool-Aid under my bed that I could just dump in your drawers. Do you really wanna take that chance? Well, do you? Punk."

He waggled both eyebrows at her and tried to look properly impressive.

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"Oh right, because you really want to start a war with me," Caroline said, eyes narrowing a bit, even if she was partly amused. "And seriously, you don't know who Vin Diesel is? Don't they have movies in Europe? I mean, judging by the whole lack of reading thing we've already established I figured you must've spent a lot of time watching all the mindless movies you could get your hands on." Which fit those race car movies to a T as far as she was concerned.

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"I don't know, I think starting a war with you could be fucking fun," Nathan said, rubbing his chin mock deviously. "Obviously, you're not expecting much from me and I'd take great pleasure in surprising you. I mean, who wouldn't want to have dead fish stuck under their mattress? Not me! That smell is exquisite, let me tell you."

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"I'd throw another pillow, but I ran out," Caroline said with a snort. "Besides, a dead fish under my bed, equals you smelling a dead fish for as long as I smell it!"

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"Nose plugs!" Nathan announced, sticking a finger in the air. "I'd invest in a healthy supply of nose plugs and I'd put a fucking plastic canopy over my bed for protection. You would be smelling like dead fish, not me."

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"And what would I have to do to stop you from going straight for the dead fish?" Caroline asked, kind of horrified at the thought of stinky fish filling their dorm room.

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"Start calling me King Nathan."

Yeah, he didn't think that was gonna fly at all but hey, what was the harm in trying, right? Nathan managed to keep a straight face while he asked it even if his eyebrows were twitching with suppressed laughter.