The Roof [Friday, Early Afternoon]

[pastmewrong]

Classes for the week all well over, and Effy not really being the sort to go for unnecessary work, especially with half term (spring break, whatever) coming up, was out getting her unwinding kicked off a little early

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[bitten_notshy]

"It's cold up here," Jack observed as he wandered onto the roof for a smoke. He wasn't in any particular mood, except the mood of needing to be as distracted as possible. His sock drawer had rarely been cleaner.

"Hello."

[pastmewrong]

Effy gave him a fleeting glance as she tugged another petal off that carnation she was fiddling with. "Very," she agreed. Which begged the question of why the hell she didn't wear more layers against this sort of thing.

"Alright, Jack?" she tacked on a moment later.

[bitten_notshy]

Not in particular, but ...

"I'm fine, just wishing we were on vacation already" he said, and squared his shoulders before smiling down at her flower. "So, does he love you or love you not?"

[pastmewrong]

"They all love me," Effy said, smirking across at him briefly. Obviously. She'd say that, if she really believed it or not. "Not really keeping track."

She paused breifly to snag another flower and offer it out to him. "Want to try for yourself?"

[thismaskiwear]

Francine was the one who was running all around the room frantically trying to remember everything she needed to pack; Katchoo was the one who just peered at a pile of clothes until she'd gotten a vague sense of which things were clean (or clean enough), tossed all the cleanish stuff in a bag or two, crammed in toiletries as an afterthought, and called it good.

So she was long since done with packing for their trip, and in the mood for a smoke. Or ten. Up to the roof it was, then, preceded by the tiny scraping noise of the flint wheel on the lighter she was fiddling with as she shoved the door open and stepped out.

"Effy," she drawled, nodding once before one side of her mouth twisted slightly in amusement at the methodical flower-mangling; it had been a long time since they'd talked, but she didn't forget names when people left an impression on her. "I didn't peg you for the playground fortune-telling type."

[pastmewrong]

It said something about Effy that the idea of playground 'does he love me' games barely entered her mind during this activity. "Can't just be destroying things for the sake of it?" she asked, pausing to glance over her shoulder at Katchoo. Random idle destruction was more her style.

[thismaskiwear]

Yeah, Katchoo would actually have been surprised if those games had even been a remote possibility here. She rooted around in her inside jacket pocket until she could fumble a cigarette out of the pack -- it took a little maneuvering to do that without breaking it en route -- and blew out a loud puff of air, dropping down to sit on the edge of the roof.

"Never said that, did I?" She lit the cigarette and set the lighter down beside her, taking a long drag before exhaling. "Reasons are overrated," she added, twitching her hands to shake her jacket cuffs further down over her wrists. Totally innocent gesture, really. Nothing to hide there.

[pastmewrong]

"Agreed." Effy watched her a moment longer, even if she had taken in the little motion, she wasn't about to show it. Tiny pieces like that tended to get tucked away into her mind to be put together with several other tiny pieces of information until they made complete sense."People are a bit stuck on them," she said, eyes darting away towards the distant mainland.

"So, what did you peg me as?" she wondered, jumping back to that statement, and pulling her gaze back towards the other girl. Honestly, she was just curious.