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]

"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.