Room 323 [Thursday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Her room felt bizarrely empty without Edward around, not that Effy would admit that out loud. Still, a week down the line with his stuff gone and the dorm lists changed, she was getting the feeling now, that he probably wasn't coming back.

So today, since she didn't really have anywhere else to be, was the day for rearranging and spreading herself out a little, and making the most of this having her own room.

Made it feel less empty, somehow, and gave her something to think about that wasn't what was going on at home, or certain other confusing moments of this week. Perfect, as far as she was concerned.

[[Door open, post open.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Effy smirked over her shoulder at him after she'd put another book down on Edward's old desk. "Sure he'll appreciate being traded around."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"He's resilient," he said, shrugging and leaning against the doorframe. "And living with a girl might be good for him. He's still a little--"

Alex thought of a good word to use there.

"--dumb there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Dumb, incredibly flaily... one or the other.

"Thought he pretty much found a girl," Effy remarked, leaning back against that desk and looking at him. That was the impression she'd got from the last time he'd asked her for advice.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't mean anything except that he's found a girl who likes his incredibly twitchy ways," Alex said, shrugging a shoulder. And then shuddering because said girl in question had been naked in his room. "He still needs help."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You haven't managed to rub off on him a little?" Living with him for a few months now, you'd think Griff would've picked up something.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't want my help," he said, pushing off the frame and wandering inside. "I tried to explain things to him the other night but, for some reason, he freaks the fuck out when I start talking about sex."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't surprise me," Effy decided, looking a little amused. Kind of curious as to what colour he'd have gone during that conversation. Some vibrant shade of pink, she was sure.

"Surprised he even let you have that little chat with him."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I know what I'm talking about, what's so bad about me imparting my wisdom to the little man?" Alex asked, completely not seeing the problem. "He's gotta know that I know what I'm talking about, at least."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Kind of of a different attitude to the whole thing," Effy pointed out. Griff was just a bit of a girl when it came to sex, wasn't he?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Which is why I'm here," he said and grinned at her. Okay, that was the reason why he was here, yeah, but it was just kind of fun to bother her. "I need a favor. He doesn't want to talk to me but he wants to talk to someone. Think you could catch him sometime? I'm sure he'd listen to you more than me."

And he was amused enough by the idea that he was ready to offer up something in return since nothing was free.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Could be a fun conversation." Griff could still barely look her in the eye, the last time she checked. Bet he'd just love to talk sex with her.

Wouldn't have said she had the same sort of attitude as him either but...

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

...but she wasn't him and, in Griff's mind, that made it better. For some reason. Even if Griff had seen her more naked than him.

"I can offer myself up if you need some convincing," he said, making himself at home by taking a nice sprawl on her bed. "If you want."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"How very self-sacrificing." Things he'd do for his roommate.

"Getting myself a pretty fucking good collection of IOU's, aren't I?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You've got one," he said and glanced towards her desk where he'd seen her stick it. "I didn't say this was an IOU. If you don't need convincing, it's nothing at all, in fact."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And it was still there, all ready for cashing in sometime.

"Who says I don't?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Of course it was. He gave it a bit of a smirk before turning his attention back to her.

"Who says you do?" he retorted. "You haven't said anything either way."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I don't just go around passing on my sage advice," she said, smirking herself and pushing away from her desk.

"So, go on, convince me."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Want me to go make you a sandwich or something?" he offered, leaning back on his hands. "Peanut butter?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You don't look like you're about to move," she remarked as she made her way over.

"Comfortable?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Pretty comfortable, yeah," he said, smiling as she walked closer. "I give your bed high marks for that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just being mine should give it bonus points," she decided, leaning against it as she looked down at him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think of all beds equally until I actually get to see how they work up close and personal," he said, leaning back on his elbow now and sprawling a little more. "Can't just judge a book by its cover."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You've been in my bed before," Effy reminded him. Just in case he'd forgotten that little detail.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I know," he said and laughed briefly. He hadn't forgotten, no. "And that's why it qualifies for top marks. Because I've seen it up close and personal. It's not a bad bed at all."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got a criteria they've got to meet for that?" she asked, a little curious.