Room 323 [Thursday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Most days, Effy found issues could be pretty easily buried. She was practiced, good at it, and spending time away had helped. Skiing wasn't her, snowboarding, hot tubbing, relaxing. It wasn't really her. Actually it was easier not being her.

But. Reality had slowly leaked back in, and there were days like today, when she let her guard down and dreams of other places slithered in and got comfortable and brought friends, and bothered her. A lot.

Without class today to take her mind off things, she had to make her own entertainment. Shift her focus away from whatever shit was taking up space in her mind. No, today she had a... project.

Effy could be surprisingly productive when she was thrown into the right -- or possibly wrong, mental state. She should probably be considering what Peter would think of her new decorative impulses. Whatever. It was a little marker pen, and on her side of the room at least.

[[Door and post are open, Effy is... weird.]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That mean you won't be making me any clay ash trays as a gift?" Alex wondered, smirking. "No ceramic animals to decorate my room?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, tapping her wall lightly. "Keep dreaming." Not happening, no. "You want cutesy... Find someone else." From Effy, anything cute was very rare.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What if I don't want cutesy?" Alex asked, amused. "What will you give me if I give up on cutesy?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Wall porn?" she suggested, indicating her own little mural. "Apparently, good at that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're not bad even if you did have to ask for my help," he teased, waggling his eyebrows. "Couldn't do it without me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Your artistic genius. I needed it." Yeah, he had loads of that. The sarcasm was strong.

"Was the pull of unfinished art brought you up here, right?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nope, curiosity," Alex said, shrugging. "And since I wasn't doing jack shit, I thought a trip up a few flights of stairs to satisfy my curiosity wouldn't kill me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Curiosity satisfied?" she wondered, cocking her head as she looked at him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You don't even know what I was curious about so why would you think it was satisfied?" Alex wondered, amused. "You a mind reader now?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If I was, I wouldn't be asking," Effy pointed out. She didn't have to know what he was curious about to ask if he'd fulfilled whatever curiosity he'd had.

"What were you curious about?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Curious to see if I'm gonna get to see you in a dress this weekend," Alex said, unashamed. "A short one?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got a craving?"

Yes, she knew what it was this weekend. Occasionally she just liked to pull the conversation around in strange circles just because she could.

Effy was in that kind of mood.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Always," he answered, shrugging. "Gonna satisfy it?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Depends." When she thought she could get a little something, she would try. "What you gonna do for me?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Depends," he mimicked, shrugging again. "What do you want?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy's mouth twitched thoughtfully. "We going to see you all dressed up?" she asked, wandering closer to tug on the hem of his shirt.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, I am the student council president," he said, gazing down at her hands before looking back up at her, "so I kinda gotta go. Guess that means there's a suit in your future, yeah."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy exhaled a quiet snicker. "Oh yeah. You're the big man, aren't you?" Still didn't quite picture Alex the student council type.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Big man all over," he said and smirked. "The title fits the guy, don't you think?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy hummed an indistict sound of agreement, smoothing his shirt idly. "Student council president... How's the power?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not bad," he said and shrugged. "Not like I have to work hard since there's a lot of other people around. I just gotta contribute ideas and set up shit. Keeps me busy and occupied, if anything. Good to take my mind off my miserable life."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So you don't resort to defacing walls." Effy probably enjoyed the defacing more than organising student events. "I'll do it," she said, skipping swiftly back to the original topic. "Dress up, short skirt, all that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Awesome," he said, smiling sincerely. Hey, if there was one thing that could make him smile, it was the thought of her in a short dress. "I'm guessing you'll be sticking to the dark corners, right?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." But now he said that, it really made her want to break the habit just to be contrary. "They are quite... homey."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And they provide nice cover for any...private conversations." Or for times when he got her to undress him for fun.