fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Wesnesday Afternoon

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Second Floor Common Room, Wesnesday Afternoon

The bad thing about being a person who liked her solitude and didn't go out of her way to talk to people was that there could be an island whim going on where you had no choice but to tell the truth, and yet you managed to stay unaware of this way into the afternoon.

That was the situation Natalie was in right now. Which would probably explain why and how she was actually in an okay mood for once. Like maybe things were finally starting to look up for her. She had a batch of muffins in the oven and everything. It felt like a normal day and while she wasn't exactly whistling as she worked or anything else Disney like that, she was still feeling... fine.

Which in itself was weird, and probably wouldn't last with island interference. But it was there.

[ooc: It's Truth Day and this is a common room, how could it not be open?]

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"I karking hate mornings," Cade announced as he flopped onto a couch, not realizing it was afternoon because he was observant that way.

Natalie offered him a dry glance for that.

"It's the afternoon."

She was so helpful.

"I don't like afternoons either," Cade said. "Is there food? I don't feel like getting up to look for myself."

"There'll be muffins in like five minutes," Natalie replied mildly. "Although I'm not sure if I feel like giving any to someone so lazy."

She'd might have said that also without the Fandom influence.

"Oh, I'm not half as lazy as I pretend to be," Cade said. "You don't get muscles like these just lying around, you know?"

He frowned. Why had he said that?

"I really wouldn't know," she said, getting out the oven mitts. "Where I come from, strength does not necessarily show that obviously."

"Really? Sounds nice, getting something for nothing like that," Cade commented.

"Yeah, that's really not how it works." She peered into the oven. "Which no one here seems to get, which gets upsetting, but I'm used to it."

... Okay, so some of that was stuff she hadn't meant to say.

"I normally don't care how upset people are but you're pretty hot," Cade said. "How does it work?"

"Like a video game," Natalie said, after taking a second to wonder if there was an island thing happening. "There's a lot of experience points and leveling up involved."

"I've never played a video game," Cade said. "We don't really have them at home, and even if we did, it wasn't like Rav was ever going to give me something nice."

Cade frowned. He never brought Rav up in conversation.

"What level are you, then?"

"It's a handwavy number. Which is another thing you won't get." Seriously, it was a little hard to tell what was Fandom-influenced honesty with her, but she was still getting the idea. "I'd ask who rav is, but I think the island would make you answer that honestly."

"I'm getting that impression," Cade said. "To both things."

He waved his hand around. "Handwavy?" he guessed.

"It's something vague," she said, rolling her eyes. At everything. "Canon doesn't provide a full system."

"Yeah, you're right, I don't get it," Cade admitted. "But it's totally normal at home for you?"

"Completely normal." The timer rang, finally, and she went to get the muffins out of the oven. "Not that normal even means anything anymore."

"Oh, I haven't known normal since I walked past my father's dead body and pretended not to recognize him," Cade said.

His eyes bugged out. "I didn't mean to say that. Karking ever."

Natalie... paused.

"I can pretend not to have heard that, if you'd prefer."

"Please," Cade said, trying to smother himself with the sofa pillow. "Can I have a muffin so I can't talk?"

"Yeah, sure." Once she got them out of the pan and all. "You're worse off than I am, anyway."

"Probably," Cade agreed, still talking through the cushion. "My life pretty much sucks."

"Well, so does mine." And she'd been having such an unusually good day before that admission! "But it's only a broken heart, and I've had one of those since I was eleven."

... Ugh.

"Who broke your heart?" Cade asked, mostly because he was desperate to turn the conversation away from himself.

"Todd Ingram the first time, Sam LaCroix the second. Or maybe it was me."

And Cade was now getting mildly glared at for asking.

Cade got glared at all the time, so it didn't affect him.

"You broke your own heart?" Cade replied.

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