1st Floor Rec Room, Thursday Morning

[suitablyheroic]

Atton was Atton. So of course he'd spent most of the past couple of days on the mainland getting laid. He still hadn't found any saner solution to deal with the island

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[notconflicted]

Sia was trying to keep a low profile for as long as this was going on, but sensing someone was in here when she was on her way back from class at least got her to poke her head in. And then the rest of her, too, because then she had to confirm that was who she thought it was.

"This is pretty predictable," she stated, just in case he didn't know that.

[suitablyheroic]

"Oh no," Atton muttered into the arm of the couch. "I'm predictable. That stings, princess."

[notconflicted]

"I'm very sorry to have to break this news to you," she said. "Is there something wrong with your room?"

[suitablyheroic]

"Stairs," Atton said. "Do you have any idea how many stairs there are up here?"

Whereas the couch only had the one step.