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]

So, there was a dance in a few days and Alex was the president of the student council (that was still weird) which meant he kinda had to show. Was it really a surprise that he'd wander up a floor to see if Effy was gonna show?

When he appeared in her door, he had a smart comment on his lips that stayed there when he saw what she was busy with.

"Today arts and crafts day?" he finally asked, trying to both get her attention and get an explanation.

[Work blah blah possible SP blah blah but still!]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy hesitated briefly, "Something like that," taking a moment to finish off part of a word while she replied. "I... got bored." There was her idea of an explanation for him. Boredom and issues led to crazy-art.

"Any good with a pen?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You got bored?" he asked, taking that as an invitation to wander inside and peer a little more closely at the art. "I'm decent with a pen. Depends on what you need. Need someone stabbed? I'm good at that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not today." Today she at least wasn't planning on incorporating blood and gore into her artistic experiment. For once she'd gone the far the less creepy route.

"Pornohette," she told him, offering the pen with a smirk.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What brought this on besides boredom?" Alex asked, taking the pen and raising an eyebrow. "Don't you usually smoke or sleep or go stare at people creepily when you're bored?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Usually." But there were days for that, and days where that didn't quite do it. She hitched an uneven shrug and stepped back. "I just... needed to do something."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"All right," he said, moving to take up some space beside her. In a few moments, he might ask about why she needed to do something but not just yet. "What am I supposed to draw? Not sure what the concept here is and I barely draw stick figures with any real skill."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's not really drawing," Effy pointed out. Most of the outline was there. It was just a case of filling in. That and a little bit of creativity when it came to words.

"Just be dirty. Good at that, right?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"How could you even ask me that?" Alex asked, pretending to be oh so offended. "When am I not good at being dirty? I'm even dirty in my sleep. My dreams are dirtier than the dirties fantasies."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Well. You seemed... hesitant," she noted, a little amusement creeping in at his offense. "Not like you."

She shrugged again, leaning back against her desk to watch what he did. "Had to check."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't hesitant, I was inquisitive," he corrected, tapping his pen against his cheek. "I didn't wanna jump in and ruin your art. I was fact gathering before volunteering my services."

That was a load of bullshit but bullshit was what he did best sometimes.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy huffed a little laugh. "Didn't volunteer either. I volunteered you." At this point, she was assuming he was buying thinking time.

"Think I need the perfect dirty word from you?" She was starting to scrape the barrel a little herself at this point.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"The perfect dirty word?" Alex repeated, looking thoughtful. "Got blow job? Hand job? Head?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Head and blow, definitely," she answered. "Not so sure about the hand." There were a lot of words in there, and she'd been a little zoned out when she was at it.

"Can go for that if you want."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You missed hand job?" he asked, tsking her lightly. "How could you miss that. Those are so much fun."

He leaned over the paper and started neatly scrawling 'hand job' carefully. "Where'd all this want of dirtiness come from?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What? Can't believe I'd think like it?" Like Effy didn't have dirty thoughts. That was about as ridiculous as questioning his.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Didn't say that but I didn't think you'd put them in an art project," he said, finishing his writing. "I didn't think you had that sort of creativity in you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"My secret talent," she whispered, moving away from the desk again. "Don't tell."

It... wasn't. Kind of shit at art, to be honest. Just had a bit of a thing for words, despite not saying much.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna spread it around to everyone I know," he said, smirking and adding a few more words (deep throat, sixty nine) before glancing back up at her. "You'll be thought of as an arts and crafts nerd for the rest of your time here."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, that was going to kill her rep. Effy rolled her eyes and wandered over to trace the edge of the shape with her finger. "I'll live. Least I'm not sticking macaroni to the walls."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yet," he said and wiggled his pen once he'd stopped writing. "I think the next step is making houses with popsicle sticks or making necklaces out of seashells."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy pulled a face. "Fuck that." She was not that far gone. Impulses to fill the walls with words was one thing. "I'm not seven."

[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?"