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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[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Update," Peter said, giving her a little salute. "That's an easy one. I'll just make sure to come back and deliver it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Better," she warned him, checking over her shoulder. "Just getting used to having you around."

Vague Effy-code for 'she'd miss him if he went and got himself kidnapped by goblins'. N'aww.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

That got Peter to smirk. "Well I'd hate to break that sort of trend. People liking me a round is always a good thing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly what I said." He was taking it as it was intended, but no, she was not going to admit that out loud.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well pardon me for overreaching," Peter said with a chuckle. "I'll be less liberal with my Effy interpretation from now on."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Would appreciate it," she said, twitching a slight smirk. "Do have a reputation to maintain, you know."