Since there doesn't seem to be a study hall today...

[wraithbaitjohn]

*Shep is in his room, playing Sims. Occasionally he can be heard laughing from clear down the hall. Somewhat less frequently he can be heard swearing at them, like they'll actually listen. After the bear showed up in Speech Comm, he's been trying to see what other oddities he can make happen. The door is propped open, a tacet invitation for all

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[valentine_tart]

After classes and a visitor or ten, Beka knocks on Shep's door...

[wraithbaitjohn]

Hey trouble! Ready for your meeting?

*puts Sims to the side for now. a.) Beka looks a bit twitchy about her meeting and b.) there's a Sim that bears a striking resemblance to someone or several someones she knows. Not quite sure what she'll make of that.*

[valentine_tart]

"Hey." A slow smile spreads over her face. It's good to see him. "Missed you a little."

She deliberately ignores the Sims, as she's running behind schedule but they'll be talking about those at some point. Ahem.

[wraithbaitjohn]

*with the computer safely on the desk, Shep pats the space on the bed next to him*

Have a seat. I missed you too. *Is somewhat convinced someone will come to take his Guy Card away for admitting that out loud to someone he isn't all but engaged to*

Ready to meet the parents Dean?

[valentine_tart]

The confession hits her harder than she likes, but it's always that way with him.

"No. Not ready. He hates me." She sits, drawing her knees up to her chest and dropping her chin on her arms.

[wraithbaitjohn]

This is just about student council stuff, right? Just answer his questions as briefly and completely as you can and be done with it.

You'll be okay. I've seen you face zombies. At least the dean doesn't want to eat your brains. does he?

Why the bad blood?

*settles against the wall, one arm around Beka's shoulders, pulling her back against his shoulder.*

[valentine_tart]

"He never did say why he wanted to see us. Just that he did." Gratefully she settles back against Shep. "Thanks, for this."

She sighs. "He doesn't trust me, and I have a hard time reading him. The combination...rockets this right up to the top of the Valentine scale of 'things to be avoided'."

[wraithbaitjohn]

Well, let's put it this way... has everyone who's gone in so far come back out? With the same number of parts as they went in with?

*shrugs* Any time.

I've had C.O.s like that. It sucks. You have my sympathies. I'd say, just go in, feed him what he wants to hear and head for the nearest stiff drink you can find.

[valentine_tart]

"Yeah. Everyone's come out in one piece." She kisses his cheek impulsively. "Though I think I'd be less disturbed if he were the violent type."

Her eyes close. She's tired and it's been a long day already, so she lets herself just be. "It'd be easier to feed him what he wants to hear if I knew. Guess I'll assume he wants to see a halo but not bullshit. Sound about right?"

[wraithbaitjohn]

*Shep shifts on the bed so that Beka's leaning back on his chest, his arms on either side of hers. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her arms gently*

You'll be okay. Though I have to ask... in your case wouldn't any kind of apparent-halo and bullshit be one and the same?

*flinches pre-emptively, knowing he's gonna get it for that one*

By the way, have I mentioned that I'm apparently becoming your screening service?

[valentine_tart]

"It's hard to get properly annoyed for the snark when you're holding me like this." But she elbows him in the ribs half-heartedly. "My halo's holding up pretty well these days, as long as I don't push it."

She tilts her head to look up at him as best she can. "Screening service?"

[wraithbaitjohn]

*tickles her ribs just enough to make her squirm a little in retaliation.*

Yeah, get this:

I'm sitting in study hall yesterday playing my Sims minding my own business when this guy I've never seen before comes up to me and says, "Aren't you the guy who hangs out with that Valentine chick?"

Now I wasn't sure if he wanted to get revenge on you for stealing his lunch money, or possibly his girlfriend or if you'd won the Publisher's Clearning House Sweepstakes. So I give him this real non-commital answer.

He starts talking about how... what were his words? Dominating and Controlling you are. But get this, in a good way. Apparently this turns him on Then he asked if you were dating me, or for that matter, anyone else.

I told him he'd have to ask you out himself. But by that time I think I'd subconciously been trying to scare him off he was apparently rethinking that whole idea.

It was very odd.

[valentine_tart]

Beka turns in his arms to look at him. "Are you serious?"

His manner is peculiarly protective, not snarky. She nods. "You are serious. I'm sorry. That's probably going to happen as long as people don't really get what's going on between us."

A grin flickers across her face. "Maybe we should have Kawalsky walk the dorms?" she suggests, before becoming serious again. "So, who was this guy?"

And don't think I don't know you like it when I'm all Alpha...with everyone but you.

[wraithbaitjohn]

Serious as a heart attack.

And it didn't bother me so much as leave me with a feeling of well that was weird and so was he

What would you have Kawalsky do? Wear a sign that says, "Beka and Shep aren't screwing around?" because then what do we do when that changes

His name was Johnathan something. Had a nickname that had something to do with fear.

Given the ropes discussion I would think that you'd remember that I'm okay with you being alpha with me too. Remember, me=lazy

[valentine_tart]

"Jonathon?" Beka laughs. "Crane. Had to be." Her head shakes, and she has to swallow a fit of giggles.

"I'm sorry, really. It's just...entirely ridiculous. As for Kawalsky..." A smirk plays around her lips. "We wouldn't want to say anything untruthful. So I guess you'll have to put up with the occasional inquisition."

I promise to be worth the trouble. With or without the ropes.

[wraithbaitjohn]

Mostly I was amused by the whole thing, so it's no big deal. But exactly how many insane admirers do you have around here?

As for the ropes... you'll have to prove that later. Aren't you about to be late for a meeting?