fandomhighdorms | fourth floor common room: sunday afternoon

One reason that Nathan was glad to be back in the dorms was that the walk back from the preserve was a lot shorter. He didn't have to take a ferry and it meant he had more time to do things like flopping down in the common room to eat a late breakfast and work with his newly received tablet. The reading wasn't going very well but he'd gotten pretty good with using the apps that played movies and television shows. He couldn't really pick a favorite but the cooking shows he found were pretty fascinating.

The common room television was off but Nathan's tablet was on while he watched an older woman bustle around her kitchen while she talked about what she was making today. Every so often he took a bite of the omelette he'd made himself but most of his attention was on the show and trying to remember the various ingredients and instructions so he could maybe give the meal a try later.

He had a brief thought of what Celia or Arran or Jessica or his grandmother would think of right now, using technology and not worrying about if people saw his tattoos or his scars. Jessica would try to kill him considering she was a Hunter. Celia would probably be impressed but she'd keep that to herself. Arran would want to play with the tablet and his grandmother would...well, he wasn't sure.

Nathan sighed and put them out of his mind. He couldn't think of them now. They were gone and he was here.

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"He's an arrogant lad who thinks he's better than the rest of us," Edward said.

Not that was his own insecurities talking, or anything. "Bad enough I have to share a room with him."

"Oh, gosh, I bet he's a nightmare to live with," Rapunzel agreed sympathetically. Sorry, Barry, but that legitimately kind of sounded like the worst. "He's not so bad at all when you don't! I mean, I think he thinks his science is the answer to everything, but I've been able to stump him and it's kind of an awesome feeling."

Plus he was a good friend to her, but it wasn't like Rapunzel attracted people who'd be mean to her, anyway.

Edward might forget about her or attempt to use her to make money, but... that wasn't mean, was it? Was it?

"He just snaps at me about not touching any of his things," he said. "As if I'd cause some great calamity just by looking at it."

"He should just take anything he doesn't want you to touch to his warehouse thingie," Rapunzel said logically. "It's silly to keep snapping at you over it. Roommates touch each other's stuff. Anders is always having to move my hair."

That was maybe a special circumstance.

She did have an awful lot of it, but Edward wasn't going to mention it as long as she was speaking in his favor. "I don't care if he has a 'warehouse thingy'," he proclaimed, "But being a miser about items within our living space - now that's rude."

"I'm gonna tell him to be nicer to you."

Oh good. Now Barry would be sure to fall in line, absolutely.

"Thank you," Edward said, taking strength from that as a statement of support.

That'd teach you, Barry.

"You're welcome," Rapunzel said firmly. "I'll yell at him, and then if he's mean to you anymore, he'll have to answer to me."

Oh no. Poor Barry.

"Maybe I'll bribe him with letting him experiment on my hair. I know he wants to."

"Ah, don't let him near your hair," Edward said immediately. "It's lovely, he'll ruin it."

That got a wide, shy smile out of her, but Rapunzel shrugged easily. "Yeah, but I've got lots of it. One strand's not gonna hurt anything, and it might keep him off your back for weeks."

Even if that sort of thing was what she kind of worried about a lot, really, with her hair, but she trusted Barry not to sell her out or anything. And Edward's living situation sounded terrible in comparison to her own. So, totally worth it.

"Why is he after your hair at all?" Edward said.

There was something about the fashion she'd phrased that that made him pause.

"Because he doesn't understand it," Rapunzel said lightly. "I know he doesn't. And I know he'd never ask for a sample of my hair, to examine what...makes it special, but if I offered it, he'd definitely take me up on it, and probably would adhere to any conditions I set forth."

She was dancing around the magic-hair business here -- not because she didn't trust Edward, but because she wasn't sure how to share that quietly in a common room full of people.

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