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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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Goes both ways," she said, tapping his chest with the end of her pen now. "Don't bother denying it." She was just as addictive, as far as she could tell. Not like he seemed to be going anywhere.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't deny it," Alex pointed out, shrugging. "I'm the one that came to ask you to where a short skirt, didn't I? All the evidence you need right there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Addicted." To her and all her slightly strange little ways. She was lucky, really. "I'll take it." Obviously.

"Gonna help keep me busy?" So she didn't feel the need to destroy anything in the name of boredom and avoidance.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Tonight?" He shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, sure. I've got no other plans. I can stick around and be your entertainment."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What every girl loves to hear," she mocked lightly. "Nothing better to do."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say that. I just said I don't have any plans," Alex pointed out. "I could fill my schedule with anything but I'm choosing you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was a little more like it, and Effy slid her now free hands over his shoulders as she leaned up to kiss him. Appreciation was easy to show that way.

She liked being chosen, obviously.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It was always nice when Alex said something right. And considering she was leaning up to kiss him, he guessed he'd said something right and wasn't about to turn down a kiss.

He smiled briefly and then leaned down to meet her halfway, deciding that while goofing around with her when he was a girl had been fun, this was more how he liked things.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Definitely more how Effy liked things too, and she brought her fingers up to drag along his jaw and reacquaint herself a little with that ever-present stubble. A little rough was definitely her thing.

"Better," she murmured. A belated response to his last statement. The kissing had distracted her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You could have done this to me as soon as I walked in if you wanted it this bad," he teased, smiling. "I wouldn't have minded."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I was... busy." He'd managed to reroute her scattered thoughts to something a little better for her mood. People were better for her than she liked to admit. "Better now." Easier to ignore, anyway.

Next time, maybe she'd skip the small talk.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not so busy anymore?" Alex asked, smiling. "Mmm, lucky me. Glad I could help."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Still busy," she allowed thoughtfully. "Different kind of it, that's all." The way they both preferred. "Can deal with that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's not a bad type of busy," he answered, nodding. "I can deal with that too."

It was easier than dealing with anything else right now.