fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/30].

Well, now, that was an exciting weekend. It wasn't every day that a simple Letterkenny farmboy found himself on the edges of creatin' what he could only imagine would be quite the international incident. And Wayne found he didn't really much care for excitement, anyway, so, while he really was going to miss having Katy around, he was mostly just glad to have things go back to normal again.

Normal fer this place, anywhey.

He got up a little extra early this morning, too, jus' in case he had to go and beat Nina to the punch, not realizing that it wouldn't even be an issue this week. Still, he was glad to see the common room empty when he got there, and he set to the task of getting breakfast started. Because Katy'd mentioned it, he even thought of doing French toast, since apparently Nina made her some (and it had involved cabbage!), but everyone knew French toast was just a waste of time, so fuck all that. He was sticking with the standards: pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, so on, so forth. And he had something to do, and it was productive, and so he was feeling pretty alright.

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"Mostleh," Wayne confirmed with a nod, getting started on a bit more bacon since that seemed to be the real winner for today's spread. "When I can. There's mebbe been one or two I missed, mostly on account of not bein' around or not bein' myself, and Nina did it last week, but fer the most part...can confirm. Every Monday."

"Well, you'll probably see me next Monday, then."

Simon took a few more bites, before asking, "So how are you finding shop class? You look pretty confident in there."

"The more, the merrier," Wayne assured him with a nod, especially since he did take it as a point of pride on those mornings when the common room really filled up.

"An' shop class's just about the first actual useful class I think I've had around here," said Wayne, even if he did enjoy all the ones where he got to punch things. "I know most of it, but there's some new stuff, like this foundry thing we're doin' now, that's a bit new. How're you liking it?"

Wayne didn't really pay much attention to what anyone else was doing in that class, unless their name was Shuri, because he was usually just a little too honed in on his own work, and he tended to be a bit singularly minded like that.

"I mean, all of it's new to me," he said, "so there's that. But I'm definitely enjoying it."

Simon noticed a lot of things around him; wasn't always great at knowing what they meant, but he saw them! And watching people like Wayne, who clearly knew at least a bit what they were about, helped Simon feel a little more confident in his own work.

"Well, that's good then!" said Wayne, with a certain swing of encouragement thrown into his otherwise stern cadence of speaking. "If ya need any help with any of it down along the line, then..."

He nodded, figguring the rest went without sayin'.

"Oh, thanks!" Simon said, perking up. "I appreciate that. And the food. You're a- You're a real stand-up guy, Wayne."

Internally, Simon winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth -- 'stand-up guy'? really? -- but he covered it pretty well.

And there was the sheer fact that he was talking to Wayne, who actually did consider something like stand-up guy to be right up there in the higher echelons of praise. So his shoulders may have just found a little more space to get even straighter, his chin maybe lifted just a little bit more in satisfaction.

"I do what I can," he drawled modestly, going for one of those spatula-less flips of a pancake that he tended to go for when he got a nice little boost of confidence. "What's yer other classes like?"

"Just the other one this semester," Simon said. "The self defense class, with Kennedy? Which is pretty cool. And... potentially pretty useful, around here."

What with, y'know, all the invasions.

"That's a Texas-sized 10-4," Wayne agreed firmly, with an approving nod, because, unless it turned out to be the sort of misnomer like his Practical Life Skills class had been, that was pretty useful, around anywhere, realleh! But especially here.

And then Wayne turned to give Simon a bit of a speculative sort of look. "You a bit of a scrapper?" he asked. He didn't look it, at all, by Wayne's estimation, but sometimes, those were the ones that gave you the most challenge, because they were wily and spry and didn't just go for the all-out punches like the real brawlers liked to.

Simon shook his head emphatically. "Definitely not," he said. "Thus, y'know, the class, because otherwise I am... a little worried about the next time something, like, invades. I just want to know that I can... maybe not take care of myself, that'll take a miracle or something, but at least get myself out of a bad situation, maybe?"

And those previously slightly lifted shoulders had falled just slightly now with a little disappointment. He really did need to get a good sparring thing going on here, he'd been meaning to poke his roommate about it a little, Okuyasu at least looked like he could throw down somewhat decent...

"S'good to be able to hold yer own," he agreed, "that's fer sure. If ya need any help with that, too, I might be able to throw in a hand or two. I like to think I know my way around a fight."

He wasn't the Toughest Guy in Letterkenny for nothing, after all, but he was definitely worried about getting rusty.

"... Maybe let me get in a couple more classes first?" Simon asked. "But I might take you up on that, too. Probably good to practice what I'm learning in the class, right? Hey, there are probably some other, uh, scrappers in the students, too, right? Maybe there could be a whole thing."

"Mebbe," Wayne agreed, thoughtfully, because he'd definitely thought of something like that before, some sort of fight club or the like, but there were two problems with that. One, he couldn't talk to anyone about it, and two, he knew some of the scrappers would be girls, and there was nothing wrong with girls being scrappers, some of his favorite girls were great scrappers, but he was pretty firm about not ever hittin' girls.

"Jus' let me know and we'll give it a go," said Wayne, because he was pretty easy like that.

Sometimes.

It sort of depended on the day, realleh.

Well, you only couldn't talk about it if it were actually called Fight Club. Call it 'extracurricular self defence practice' and you were good to go!

"Yeah, I'll do that," Simon said, smiling at Wayne. "Thanks, I really appreciate it."

Wayne, who was at often times a man of very few words or, in this case, none at all, just gave a firm, confirming, think-nothin'-of-it sort of nod.

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/30].

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