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.

[[ if it's breakfast, it's open! ]]

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Realistically, even a week ago Simon might have reacted the same way.

"Demon Marcus," he explained, looking down at his clothes -- the first of many new outfits he'd be buying. "... And, like, I'm not going to lie, it's mostly for the employee discount." And because Sparkle was awesome, and Simon didn't want to ask his parents, 'Hey, can you buy me an entire new wardrobe, because I just found fashion?'

... Okay, not mostly for the discount at all, but it was still a big plus.

Ulysses had not even thought about the possibility of a discount being in play.

"I don't think I've been there yet," he said, frowning as his head tilted a good deal to the side. "What kind of stuff do they sell?" A beat. "Or, you, now, I guess. Not 'they'."

"Oh, uh, clothes," Simon stammered. "Yeah, I'm totally a dude who sells clothes now! A clothes selling dude. All the best and finest." He looked down at his feet. "And boots. Shoes. Uh, pretty much all kind of things you put on your body."

Somewhere, far away in Shady Creek, Leah and Nick were laughing at Simon and didn't know why.

"No, I mean like, what kinds of clothes?" Ulysses clarified with a vague wave of his hand and the fork he was holding in it, meant to convey some of this clarification in a more visual way.

It was mostly just a squiggle in the air. "Like, what style?"

Simon laughed, a little self-consciously. "Oh, right, uh. Kinda... trendy? Like, it's a pretty good range of stuff. Definitely a little upscale, but Sparkle -- he's my boss -- he really seems to know what he's doing with it."

"Oh."

Look, Ulysses was wearing tie-dye in what may or may not have been an ironic way. He was probably going to be disappointed in 'trendy and upscale'.

"Well, maybe I'll come by and check it out sometime, anyway." Maybe because Simon's self-conscious laugh was kinda cute? "I mean, winter's coming and everything, probably gotta buy some new stuff at some point."

Simon nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, Sparkle was just ordering stuff for winter, I think?" he said. "And, I mean, it's a pretty big range of stuff. I think Sparkle's more concerned with letting people build looks that work for them, y'know? Rather than 'you must fit this mold to be fashionable' or whatever." That 'Oh' seemed a little disappointed, but honestly Simon was pretty sure he'd seen some tie-dyed stuff on the summer racks, if that's what was disappointing Ulysses.

... And anyway he kinda wanted the cute guy to come visit him at the shop some time.

"But, yeah, we can definitely help you with winter stuff if you need it. I mean, I can. Help you."

Ulysses shrugged while stuffing some more pancake into his mouth. Thankfully, this time he both chewed and swallowed before speaking again. "Yeah, sure. Maybe you'll see me there some day."

He had his heart set on some completely ridiculous winter coat with a massive fake fur trim, or something.

But that was not really something he was thinking of right this moment. "I'm Ulysses, by the way." A beat. "Or just Uly."

"Oh! Uh, I'm Simon. Just... Simon." 'Si' was pretty much reserved for Leah, and maybe his mom. "It's really nice to meet you."

He shoved a forkful of food in his mouth to shut himself up before he started rambling again.

A person could get pretty free with nickname usage when enough people decided to not be chill about a slightly more unusual name.

Ulysses smirked a bit. "Yeah, good to meet you too, Simon," he said. "Almost as good as this breakfast, but let's face it, nothing tops this breakfast."

He'd been really hungry, okay.

"No, no, that's fair," Simon agreed. "The breakfast is pretty awesome."

Especially because he hadn't had to cook it!

"So what about you?" he asked. "I'm guessing you don't have a job, but you must do something in your spare time."

Did wandering around aimlessly and vaping count?

Ulysses shrugged and ran a hand back through his hair, which flopped back down as soon as his fingers were through it. "I don't know, I just... read, like a fair bit? And I go to the mainland a lot, just to hang out."

And to wander around. Vaping.

Well, that thing with the hair was something Simon hadn't known he found hot, so now this conversation was educational, too!

"Oh, yeah?" Simon asked, perking up a bit. "What kind of stuff do you read?"

"Uh, books?"

Also a ton of conspiracy theory sites on the internet, but he knew that didn't make a great first impression.

"I mean, like, classics. I'm doing Kerouac right now." Because it was a time-honored hipster tradition.

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

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