Room 323 [Wednesday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Yeah, even if class hadn't been canceled the last couple days, there was no fucking way that Effy was going out there. The last time things had gone this haywire and it'd hit her was still far too fresh in her mind, and even looking out the window at the changing island was making her feel beyond twitchy.

No. Staying in, curled up on her bed with her arms around her knees, smoking, and listening. Not to anything anyone else could hear (well unless they were the sort who could eavesdrop on internal chatter), but-- Listening.

Maybe she should be trying to block all that out, go out and help with... Whatever was going on. But at moments like this, when things were going wrong around her, it became that little bit too much effort to do anything and, well, this use of time did give her a masochistic sort of entertainment.

[[Door's closed, but the post can be open. Effy, as usual, is all messed up.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm here, talking to you," she pointed out. "Get more of that than anyone else."

"I just can't tell you what I don't know."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, fine, but don't blame not telling me on me," Alex said, shaking his head. "My delicate ears, assuming I don't want to hear it, that kind of shit. It's irritating."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Right." Effy rolled her own eyes, slouching back against the wall next to her bed. "... Sorry," she added, somewhat uncomfortably. Apologising wasn't her strong suit.

"What is it you want to know, anyway?" Assuming there was something she could manage to find an answer to.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"There's nothing specific, Effy," he sighed, shaking his head again. "It was just an offer if you wanted to talk. You don't. Whatever."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Still fidgeting, Effy picked at the duvet under her hands. "Never really understood people who can just talk. About anything," she admitted. "How do they make showing everything seem like nothing?" It was possible she wasn't really expecting an answer to that, but she was definitely considering it as she looked down at her hands.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It was an offer," he sighed, shaking his head. "You don't have to be philosophical about it. I've got nothing else for you. So, whatever, Effy. Whatever."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She glanced at him, barely avoiding a roll of her eyes. Instead she just sent him a look threaded with irritation.

"Am how I am. Whatever." They were great at making each other feel better when it was going to hell outside, weren't they? "Just gonna sit here in silence then, are we?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nope," he said and stood up, shaking his head. "I'll just go ahead and fucking leave since I've done the equivalent of beat my head into a wall with you today."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Won't keep you then." She could feel shit about managing to drive him away better when he wasn't there anyway. For the best.

Until he actually left, she'd avoid showing it, though.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, what the fuck ever," Alex said, not bothering to stick around if she as going to be like this. He slammed out of her room and disappeared quickly.