comeoutwrong: (☾ watchful)
Funny how what felt like hours of throwing the girl around yesterday had barely put a dent in her energy, and yet an early morning and an hour or so of class today had completely exhausted her. Maybe it was getting her into to plenty of leapfrog and hopscotch... Or maybe it was learning not to go along with endless requests for tea parties and sugar.

Well, whatever, Adele was currently crashed out asleep with her mouth open, and using Effy as a cushion. Tempted as she was to sneak off for a smoke, for now, she was basically stuck, cause moving was only going to wake her up again. It was actually quiet. Hadn't got that for the best part of a weekend. It was something to make the most of for however long it actually lasted.

Meantime, her phone was going to have to do for entertainment. People to text, games to play... few pictures to take (yeah yeah, of her kid). That sort of thing.

[[Open door, open post, etc etc. I'm around tonight and bored.]]
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Tonight's election wasn't something Effy could say she was particularly invested in. Wasn't like she was in the country, and she couldn't think it was going to affect her much here.

Besides, they all talked complete shit most of the time anyway. Politicians for you.

And yet... Stretched out on her bed, laptop on, with the BBC website in the background as she threw the odd IM back and forth with Tony. He could vote, that was her reasoning for why it apparently meant more to him.

[[Ah, elections. Door's open, post is also!]]
comeoutwrong: (✽ dozy.)
One of those benefits of being roommate-less, always gonna be there was no one to kick out when it came to the end of the night and, as planned, she didn't leave alone.

And still wasn't alone. Lying up against someone else, face turned into their chest, wasn't a bad way to wake up after all that. Enough so, that unless someone gave her a very good reason, she wouldn't be moving in any way other than a subtle shift closer.

It was not cuddling, no.

[[for that one that's there already, and a weetiny!]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ plays with fire.)
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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