Room 323 [Saturday, Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

Effy's room was dark and freezing, and for the moment she was only putting up with it for the moment simply because she was pretty sure she'd feel colder if she got up and wandered around the dorms.

Not being very good at layers as a general rule, she was probably going to suffer this weekend.

Wasn't doing as badly as she could be, at the moment. Fortunately, she had a hell of a lot of candles, and found herself a long sleeved shirt, leggings and an oversized sweater she'd probably stolen from Tony at some point to pull way down over her knees and wrap her arms around as she fiddled with her phone before the batteries died on her.

Give her a minute, and she'd probably be back under her blankets. Weekend, so no one was going to force her to go anywhere. Could have had worse plans to keep her going until she ultimately got bored.

[[Door is closed, occupant cold, post can be open!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure she'd be grateful, me or not." Effy was pretty sure Panda would trust and take advice from pretty much anyone, as far as she could tell.

"Go ahead." Could be amusing, she decided.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

With the permission given, Alex had to actually take a few moments to decide what to send. His typical advice of 'just do it' seemed a little lacking here.

Eventually, he typed hum a song when giving a blowjob. its stimulating and gives the guy something to focus on if your mouth's just not doing the job and sent it.

It wasn't all that vulgar (even if it was a smartass comment) and there was some advice in there. Alex smirked and said, "There we go. All sent."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I get in trouble for that, you are getting the blame." Effy doubted that'd be the case, but the warning was only friendly, right?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It'll be helpful if she listens, I promise. Perfect the art and all." No, it probably wouldn't. He was a jackass. "How the fuck would you get in trouble anyway? She'd be having fun either way."

Well, unless the sort of boyfriend laughed or wondered what the fuck she was doing. Every plan had it's potential for failure.

Alex pulled the phone away from her as a preventative measure before saying, "Besides, threatening me with that when I still have your phone is dangerous. I could send one to her talking about the cuddling you're doing with me right now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged nonchalantly. "That's supposed to scare me?" Pandora was far enough away that her cheerful excitement over a tidbit like that could probably be ignored.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Should've known the reaction would be less than he'd hoped for. Damn her. That just meant he was going to actually send that text now, call her bluff.

So, he sent, this isn't effy but she is cuddling with me now. promise. i don't lie.

"Well, now that's sent too," he said and smirked. "Scared or not, didn't mean I was going to beg off doing it if you weren't. Also, interesting that you went for that statement and not for the denial of the cuddling. Very interesting."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Is what's keeping me warm." Couldn't really be denied right now, considering she'd been half wrapped around him while she searched his pockets, and still was as she idly checked out his wallet.

"Interesting you mentioned it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can recognize cuddling when it's happening." When he noticed she'd finally plucked his wallet out of his pocket, he found himself wondering what she'd find in there.

He knew his license was in there (good photo and all) still proclaiming him from Iowa, condoms (of course), phone numbers from all sorts of girls (well...), a random small photo or two of some friends he'd been given, a photo of his mother that he'd hidden behind randomly picked up business cards (handy to write phone numbers on), about ten bucks, cigarette receipts, an odd key or two, and a piece of paper with a long list of medical phone numbers written down on it.

"And it isn't the first time," he noted, flicking through her pictures again to see if she had any good ones of herself. "I'm still not going to tell. Well, tell anyone here."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, planning on telling someone somewhere else?" she wondered, picking up on the wording as she briefly eyed all those phone numbers and moved on to photos. Couldn't really imagine Alex sharing all about these sorts of moments with anyone.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I did just tell your friend," he pointed out, waving her phone at her. "And I used the world cuddling. So, someone who isn't here knows. I'll find another name in here and tell them if you want."

He was sure he could find a random number she had in there and send them some cuddling news. Hey, he had enough phone numbers, as she'd just discovered, that he had plenty of people to share things with.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy wrinkled her nose, and tried to snag her phone back again. Panda was one thing, the entire rest of her phone book (and his, for that matter) was another thing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Uh uh," he said, pulling that phone back away from her for the moment, holding it up over his head and taking the brunt of the cool air for a worthy cause. "Obviously, you're not as comfortable with this cuddling business as you seem! Interesting. I wonder which name would be the best to tell. I should just pick a random guy's name and go from there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If you're lucky you'll find one whose name I actually remember," she quipped. Obviously she'd prefer it if he didn't, but-- Could go either way.

For now, no she was not going to reach out of that warm cocoon of blankets to grab for it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What, you're not going to share that information with me?" he asked, bringing the phone back down closer to the blankets so his hand wouldn't end up an icicle. "I'd share similar information with you and you could share random things."

Because that'd be real healthy.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And tell you exactly who to text?" That would be dumb and unhealthy. "I don't think so."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, I'll just send something to everybody," he decided, flipping to the beginning of her phone book. "Tell whoever this first person is about your willingness to dress up for me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Start at A, that's probably you," she pointed out. He could tell himself aaaaall about today if he wanted. Really didn't bother her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, look at that, it is me," he said, grinning at his own name. "That just means I have to go B, then C and so on. Find names I don't recognize and do some sharing. I've got a lot of things I could tell."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Really are desperate to share about your cuddly side, aren't you?" Aww. Turning into such a softy, wasn't he?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Have you seen my name come up once in this?" Alex wondered, not rising to that bait. Instead, he typed, effy's got a secret love of pop tarts in the morning. i should know, i've been the one making them for her.

Smirking, he flipped it towards her and said, "Who should that go to? I'll just pick a name if I have to."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Jake," she said, smirking a little. Didn't really give a shit what he thought, and spent most of her time trying to pawn him off on other people.

Poor guy. Already refused to sleep with him on several occasions, he'd probably not appreciate hearing from people she was with now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Easy enough," he replied, finding that name and sending the text with a few clicks on her phone. Once done, he tapped her phone against his knee, trying to come up with something else to send off to her myriad of friends or people that made it into her phone, at least.

"You find a prize for yourself yet?" he asked, reaching down to try and tug the blanket up further. "I know you're in my wallet, at least."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Getting there," Effy answered, though she was still flicking through the various pieces of paper she'd found.

She did after a moment, pull out the longest list of numbers, not of girls this time, and raise a questioning eyebrow.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Once he realized what she'd found, he was quiet for a moment and then shrugged slightly. "Lists of numbers for my mom. Doctors, psychiatrists, pharmacies, hospitals, social services, that kind of stuff. It's easier if I just do it when she needs help than to have her do it herself. Because she won't."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy inclined her head slightly in a nod of understanding. She'd had similar lists for Tony in the months after his accident.

"Feels like there's something really wrong having to be more responsible than your parents," she commented, tucking it back away for him.