Second Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

Unlike some other people in town, Atton would lie his face off if he'd been asked whether he was running away - but then he had been running away for a whole lot longer than the past two weeks, so whatever. He was back now, that was the point, even if he was tired - tired enough that he didn't even bother making it to his room.

Instead he collapsed on the first common room sofa he spotted and passed out almost immediately.

Half an hour later, that was still where he was, snoring softly with only his coat, shirt and leather pants to keep him somewhere in the vicinity of 'cosy and warm'.

Murr.

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was back, too. And bringing some of her groceries to store in the common room fridge. And to maybe make herself some pancakes.

And she barely batted an eye at finding Atton passed out here. She just noted to herself that she was definitely back in the dorms, and continued briskly to the kitchen area to put her groceries on the counter and get started on stuffing some of them in the fridge.

[suitably_heroic]

Somehow the noise knocked a couple of brain cells in Atton's head awake, because he was blinking blearily at her. "Food?" he muttered.

[whenshewasnice]

"Possibly pancakes in a little bit," Natalie replied, because she was feeling nice. Ish. Not enough to immediately even glance over or anything.

Too busy with the fridge.

[suitably_heroic]

"Can I have some?"

Hey, she should feel lucky he could construct full-on sentences right now.

[whenshewasnice]

"If you say please," she said dryly, reaching into a cupboard for a bowl. "And thank you."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton made a noise that could kind of be construed as a please, before letting his head flop back onto the sofa.

[whenshewasnice]

"... Close enough."

She had better things to do than argue for politeness from half-conscious dorm dwellers. Like actually getting started on the pancake batter and things.

"I'd ask if the island's been behaving itself, but I don't really care, and am not convinced you'd know, anyway."

[suitably_heroic]

"Just got back here," Atton informed the sofa. The sofa was nice. He liked the sofa. "Trying to stay out of-- all that."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, nothing attacked you while you were passed out." Always a possibility around these parts. "I'd say you're doing okay."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's not the weekend yet," Atton said, shifting on the couch. "I can still come to regret it."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged, mostly to herself. "Mm. I suppose every last one of the new kids could turn out to be a significant person from your past or something."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton squinted at her. "Please tell me that isn't a thing," he muttered. "Not for me. Nobody significant in my past."

Answering your own question, Rand.

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"Somebody filling the fridge," said Emily as she leaned on the counter. "This is something new."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Emily wasn't expecting to find Atton over there; it also made her wonder if Jessica had actually gotten the room all for herself to stay and put roots on her bed. But at least it seemed like the guy had arrived in one piece?

"Good trip I guess."

That was all Emily was going to say to Atton while he was still sleeping, because talking to passed out people was weird. Hopefully he wasn't just that passed out.

"I should probably get him a blanket." It begged to question whether Emily actually cared enough.

[suitably_heroic]

See, the problem was that when you talked to yourself near a sleeping person, the sound was actually going to, you know, register.

Atton groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Who's-- who're you talking to."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

To say that at least hadn't been partially her intention would be a far more blatant lie to the ones she was used to say.

"Oh, hey. Mostly myself. Do you need something, actually?"

[suitably_heroic]

"No, I had breakfast." A pause. "Or lunch. One of the two, I don't care."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"Oh, okay then," Emily said with a light nod. Less work for her. "Brunch? I guess you had brunch. Had fun out there?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh, definitely," Atton said, rolling onto his back. "Twi'lek dancers. Not bad."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"Twi¿lek as in not human? Color me interested." And just the tiniest bit grossed out, because Atton what have you been doing...

[suitably_heroic]

Banging Twi'leks! That was perfectly normal.

"Not everyone is human, you know," Atton said dryly.

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Emily needed pictures. Not the dancers (well, not right away) but of other races.

"I meant to say, I don't know if that's some ethnicity from your world or another race, alright. How do they look?"

[suitably_heroic]

"A little like you and me, but they don't have hair on their heads, just... brain-tails. Lekku," Atton said, gesturing at his head. "A lot of different skin tones, too."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"...Lekku. Like, tentacles?" Emily wasn't getting the right picture. "The skin tones I get, though. And everything else looks human?"

Truth to be told, Emily would probably like the way Twi'leks looked. The dancers at least."

[ ooc: So every time I tag back LJ dies, which means I'm posting this for the 4th time, more or less. ]

[suitably_heroic]

"If you want to compare them to baseline humans, sure," Atton said, shrugging. "But we don't really roll like that where I come from."