Room 220 | Early Evening | Tuesday | September 14

[fratboybitch]

Alex had front loaded his classes this semester so, after Monday, he was done for the week. That was good times and bad sometimes. He loved the time off but he hated it when he had so much time that he got up in his head and started that whole cycle of self loathing

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[pastmewrong]

"Thought you were gonna quit that." Now she didn't have to worry about wandering in on Griff, it felt even easier for her to slip through the open door without announcement.

Knocking was for other people.

[fratboybitch]

"Quit what?" he asked, caught off guard enough by her sudden appearance that he forgot to be pissy. "I'm walking here."

[pastmewrong]

"Breaking your hand on things that can't hit back." Okay, this time he clearly wasn't actually breaking anything. But the pissiness was pretty obvious. To her at least.

[fratboybitch]

"My hands are fine," he pointed out, holding up both hands. "See? Nothing broken, nothing bruised. I haven't hit anything that hard."

Yet.

[pastmewrong]

Yet. That sounded about right.

"Mm." She moved a few steps closer and looked at his hands anyway. "Sure your walls are thankful." And anything else his temper ended up directed at. "What's with the vendetta against them?"

[fratboybitch]

"Don't worry, I can still put my hands all over you," he said, smirking smugly. "I do know how much you like 'em, after all."

He opened and closed his hands a few times, wiggling his fingers in direction to prove that his hands were just fine. "And there's no vendetta. You're a little infatuated with my hands."

[pastmewrong]

"Infatuated?" Effy twitched a little smirk. "Giving yourself a lot of credit today."

[fratboybitch]

"Think I shouldn't?" Even if she thought that, he wouldn't stop. "I've seen what my hands do to you. You are infatuated."

[pastmewrong]

"You're good. I'm not infatuated." And she had noticed that he was diverting her from his anger. "Find another word."

[fratboybitch]

"No," he decided, shaking his head. "I like infatuated and I think it suits. You can deny it all you fucking want. I don't care, it's true."

[pastmewrong]

"Whatever you want to believe." He was stubborn, and somehow she didn't think he'd let it go any other way. More denial probably wouldn't get her anywhere. Not even sure he'd take her non-admission as an answer, actually.

"What's the 'walking' for?" Walking, hitting things... whatever. He wasn't avoiding it for long.

[fratboybitch]

"I'm getting my exercise," he quipped, rolling his eyes. "Don't want all the alcohol I've had to go to my hips, you know."

[pastmewrong]

Effy looked him over, not particularly subtly, and shook her head. "Don't think you have to worry about that." A little flattery never hurt.

"So?" There was another reason, and she was feeling stubborn today.

[fratboybitch]

"So what?" he asked, glancing over at her. "You waiting for something?"

If she was going to be stubborn, he was going to make her work for it.

[pastmewrong]

Effy shook her head. Not waiting for anything, and she knew when he was being difficult.

"You're not worried about your figure."

[fratboybitch]

Alex stopped pacing around long enough to cross his arms and watch her steadily. The silence gave him more time to come up with something that wasn't the truth.

"I was bored," he said flippantly. "And I went for the less dirty route to get myself unbored. Maybe I should have just gotten myself off instead."