Room 413 | Evening | Friday | July 8

[tripledmyself]

Nathan hadn't had class since yesterday so he was starting on his nice, long weekend right now. It was kind of a fucking shame he hadn't done a goddamn thing with his now single room, using laziness as a convenient excuse. But today, he thought he'd finally be productive. After all, he had two beds, two desks, two of everything and he figured he

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[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona was bored as hell, as it happened, and tempted as she was to just dye her hair another color, she decided to stop killing her lovely tresses and instead sent a text.

bored. give me a reason not to be.

Sure, she could walk upstairs, but she had to find out whether he was even home first.

[tripledmyself]

i am not your fucking monkey, Nathan sent back, pushing the desks together and looking them over with a critical eye. you could dye your hair or some shit, right?

[dabblinginbitch]

thought about it, she replied, wondering if she should be flattered he knew her that well or disgusted that she was so predictable. only been green for like a week, tho. what are you doing? i could dye *yours*.

[tripledmyself]

smoking. Come on, that was just a given. rearranging my room since i've got aaaaaaall this space now. haven't figured out what i'm gonna do with it all yet.

[dabblinginbitch]

i'll help move your shit if you'll share, she sent back, already starting out of her room for the stairs.

[tripledmyself]

you're like the size of a pencil, Nathan felt compelled to point out. can you even pick up a heavy bag?

[dabblinginbitch]

and you're so muscular? she replied as she wandered upstairs. plus, you know firsthand i'm way stronger than i look, ffs.

[tripledmyself]

excuse you, i'm totally pumped, Nathan typed, hopping up onto one of the desks and taking a nice, long drag off his joint. The moving could wait a few seconds, he decided.

i've got muscles in places you haven't discovered yet. His mouth, in fact, was one of his strongest muscles.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Well now I'm all curious," Ramona called through the door, before opening it and sticking her head in. "I'm pretty fucking intimately familiar with everywhere you'd have muscles."

[tripledmyself]

"Hidden muscles," Nathan explained, swinging his legs and smiling lazily at her. "And they're a secret. If I tell you, I gotta tell fucking everyone and I don't wanna take a poll tonight."

[dabblinginbitch]

"What if I ask really nicely?" she asked, stepping in. "And look really cute?"

[tripledmyself]

"Cute you can do," Nathan admitted, leaning back on an elbow and puffing away. "I don't think you can do nice though. It's not in your fucking dictionary and if it's in your vocabulary, you're probably using it sarcastically."

[dabblinginbitch]

"I'm nice all the fucking time," Ramona said, frowning at him. 'Nice' was a stretch for her usual attitude towards the average person, but she was going to argue anyway. "I'm nice way more often than cute."

[tripledmyself]

"Oh yeah?" Nathan asked, sounding skeptical. "And when, pray tell, was the last time you were nice?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"Yesterday," she said after a moment's thought. "I was nice to my roommate."

In this case, nice meant being conversational and not an asshole. She thought it was an okay definition.

[tripledmyself]

"Fucking Barry doesn't count," Nathan said, hopping off the desk and sticking the lit joint between his lips again. He smiled around it. "You think he's a fucking puppy and if you're mean to him, it's like kicking said puppy in his underdeveloped nut sack."