Room 323 [Thursday, Afternoon]

[pastmewrong]

Most days, Effy found issues could be pretty easily buried. She was practiced, good at it, and spending time away had helped. Skiing wasn't her, snowboarding, hot tubbing, relaxing. It wasn't really her. Actually it was easier not being her

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[fratboybitch]

So, there was a dance in a few days and Alex was the president of the student council (that was still weird) which meant he kinda had to show. Was it really a surprise that he'd wander up a floor to see if Effy was gonna show?

When he appeared in her door, he had a smart comment on his lips that stayed there when he saw what she was busy with.

"Today arts and crafts day?" he finally asked, trying to both get her attention and get an explanation.

[Work blah blah possible SP blah blah but still!]

[pastmewrong]

Effy hesitated briefly, "Something like that," taking a moment to finish off part of a word while she replied. "I... got bored." There was her idea of an explanation for him. Boredom and issues led to crazy-art.

"Any good with a pen?"

[[All good! I am permanently full of surprise SP.]]

[fratboybitch]

"You got bored?" he asked, taking that as an invitation to wander inside and peer a little more closely at the art. "I'm decent with a pen. Depends on what you need. Need someone stabbed? I'm good at that."

[pastmewrong]

"Not today." Today she at least wasn't planning on incorporating blood and gore into her artistic experiment. For once she'd gone the far the less creepy route.

"Pornohette," she told him, offering the pen with a smirk.

[theotherpeter]

"I like it," Peter said, entering the room and plopping down onto his bed unceremoniously. "Very modern. Very now."

[pastmewrong]

"What I was going for." Or... not really? But whatever. He didn't seem to care that she was writing on their walls.

"If someone can call their unmade bed art--" Then hers was looking good.

[theotherpeter]

"Exactly," Peter said. "Hell, you could be doing the whole thing in dog poo and it'd still be able to be called art."

He paused for a moment, kicking off his shoes. "But that I'm not gonna recommend, because it'd be gross and stink up the room."

[pastmewrong]

"Check. No painting the walls with shit." Luckily, she agreed with him. Disgusting. "But kinks. A-okay by you?" Not that it would change much if he said no, but-- The thought was there.

[njeuzanh]

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