comeoutwrong | Room 323 [Thursday, Evening]

"The second one," he decided without much truth behind the words. "You're pretty boring and I'm wondering if you're going to start showing me slides soon."

With her hidden projector, yes.

"I'd say I might take matters into my own hands, but, well..." He trailed off, shrugged. "Your turn to entertain me."

Effy's lips twisted in a little amusement. "I think, if you really thought I was that boring, you wouldn't still be here." He was the one came to her, not the other way around.

"I don't think you're that boring," he agreed with a slight shrug. "Right now, I only think you're a little boring."

"Appreciate the clarification," she said. "Makes me feel so much better." On some level she probably cared, even if she pretended not to, and thought he was likely exaggerating to be annoying.

"You did pick the topic, remember."

He enjoyed being annoying like she enjoyed being vague. They all had their talents.

"You picked the entertainment," he asked, pushing himself up a little more and bringing himself closer to her. Made it easier since she was on his lap and all. "So really, it's your fault. You should pick better things to do."

"It was just a suggestion," Effy reminded him, leaning in a little closer herself and smirking. Space invasion wasn't for him alone. "Could've thrown out an objection."

To Alex, it felt like they were wandering into one of their all too familiar games of chicken now. Those were always fun.

"And broken your heart?" he asked, tilting his head innocently but sliding his arm her waist as he did. If she was going to sit on him, he was taking advantage of it. "I know how sensitive you are. A fragile flower despite the rough exterior."

Effy shook her head, breathing a bit of amusement. "Nobody breaks my heart."

Well, nobody yet, and she was as always confident.

"Is that right?" he asked, sounding a little disbelieving if only for the fact that she was a girl and girls seemed to always get their hearts broken. "Pretty words. I doubt you can keep that sentiment up forever though."

"You shouldn't." Denial and repression. Effy was very, very good at both.

"Most people wouldn't think of that as pretty words," she noted.

"I happen to feel the same way," he said and shrugged, "but I wouldn't use the word broken heart in regards to me. So, they're pretty."

He'd been repressing for years. He'd repress until he died.

"Just gotta wonder if you're strong enough," he said and it was intentional baiting for the sake of doing it.

Well, well aware of when he was baiting her by now, and just shook her head. Plenty strong enough, as far as she was concerned.

"Not had a problem with that so far."

"Doesn't mean anything except you're young and you've probably been sheltered," he said, speaking with all the wiseness of being a year older than her. He thought it made a difference. "Lacking experience and all. You've still got a lot to learn."

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"Got any advice then, oh worldly one?" she asked, still smirking for now.

So what if he didn't believe her? What did she care.

"It's good to see you recognizing how awesome I am," he said, matching her smirk with one of his own. "I wondered how long it'd take you to verbalize it."

Even if she was joking, he was going to take that. And he was going to get his other arm around her because, despite the poking at her, she hadn't moved.

"I don't have any advice," he said, remarkably sober about it. "People are going to fuck you over no matter what you do. It's a fact of fucking life."

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And now she couldn't really move, and might as well rest her hands on his chest while he was close enough.

"Another one of those things we agree on." There were a few more of those than they generally admitted to.

If she asked nicely, he'd let her go. Maybe. There was a possibility.

"Scary when that happens," he said even if it did happen more often than usual. He leaned a little closer, let one of his hands wander up her back. "Weren't you supposed to be entertaining me? I might have to go elsewhere, find something better and leave you to packing."

"You keep threatening," she said, smirking slowly. "And yet, not actually doing a fucking thing."

Those words just brought him back to being a quitter for some reason and the hand on her shirt tightened and tugged her backwards some. He shifted again, getting his feet on the floor to actually shut her up about that.

"I get up, I'm taking that IOU with me," he told her, hand still in her shirt but fully prepared to just stand up with her still on his lap.

Effy grinned a little wider at the edge creeping in with that action.

"Don't need to get defensive," she said and instinctively curled her fingers into the material of his shirt in return.

"You're the one wanting action since you can't seem to do it for yourself," he said and actually did start pushing himself up, hoping she got her legs under her while he did even if he wasn't going to help. She had a hold of his shirt, after all. "I can give it to you."

Was at least graceful enough not to stumble when he stood, and for the moment, kept her hold on him.

"I was thinking you took some fun all this."

"Oh, I do," he said, just walking with her now, hand still in her shirt. "But, it's a lot more fun if you're interactive or, at least, interested. I'm not doing everything for you just because you can't seem to make decisions of your own."

... Damn it, she did kind of want to keep that IOU (and if she was honest, quite wanted to keep him around), which meant she was going to have to suck it up and cave on this one.

Caving in this case, was finally loosening one hand from his shirt to curl it around his neck and stretch up to kiss him, without any particular softness. When it really came down to it, she could take action, she could make decisions and even be interactive.

She knew she was playing right into his baiting with this, which was annoying, but she'd just have to deal with that later.

Truth be told, he'd been wondering if she'd take the bait since he'd been prepared to take the IOU and go back to his room if she stayed her hand.

Of course, that all went out of mind when she kissed him and he stopped walking then, fingers uncurling from her shirt to get around her again and yank her closer. She didn't want soft kisses, he could do harsh and hard.

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