vanillajello | Room 324, Saturday Afternoon

Originally, Kate had been pretty thrilled to find herself alone in 324 for the weekend. She liked having a roommate, but she loved having the space to herself, with the freedom to hang out in as little clothes as she wanted to. What was there to not love about that?

And that was how it had worked for most of the evening. But then late night, after going to bed, she'd just become super aware of being alone in the room. Alone in the dark. She'd told herself it was just stupid and ridiculous and sad to be scared but the feeling didn't leave her alone. It was the first night she'd slept all alone (or at least without a territorial, protective vampire in the same house) since... all that traumatizing, life-threatening crap. She knew she'd get used to it with time, but knowing that didn't help with the fear at hand.

She'd done most of her sleeping in the morning, sleeping way in, and was now seriously considering luring someone into spending this next night with her. Right now, that mostly consisted of having her door open with music drifting out into the hallway. She wasn't feeling like going out to find people, though she did at times wander over to stand in the doorway, just... watching. It was that kind of a day.

Occasionally, she fiddled with her phone and wondered whether she should just call someone over, but she wasn't sure that the phonelines weren't still messed up, and anyway, how desperate would that have looked?

[ooc: Door and post are open, people who come by may or may not be subtly roped into having a sleepover.]

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"I'm actually surprised you admitted you failed," Nathan replied, snickering. "I thought you'd just blame it on something else so as to avoid a hit to your ego. How very humble of you."

"Pretty sure the hit to my ego has already happened," she shrugged, like it was no bbig deal. "No point in not admitting it. Plus, I would hate for you to think you've got me all figured out after less than a week."

"Oh, I think I've figured out enough for tonight," he decided, sighing and getting comfortable again. "Time is our friend, Kate. It's what drives each amazing day we live in."

Kate snorted as she grabbed her laptop again. Couldn't very well store it on the bed.

"Where did you get that amamzing piece of wisdom?" she wondered, getting up again.

"I have a large assortment of knowledge, you know," Nathan answered, sounding like that should be obvious. "I'm a wise, wise man on the same plane as Confucius. Or Lady Gaga."

"Sure," Kate replied from her desk, setting the laptop down. "I can just picture you wearing a suit made of meat any time now."

"It is oftentimes the responsibility of those in the public eye to make political statements that sometimes involve meat dresses," he said oh so wisely. "And if said person is paid quite handsomely for that responsibility, well, all the better."

"You're such a total guru or something, Nathan," Kate drawled, as she wandered over to the door to shut and lock it. "Really, I feel smarter just for being in your presence."

"You're welcome," he said because he was certain that had been her version of thank you. Somehow.

Kate looked amused as she crossed the room to go to her dresser and open up one of the drawers.

"That wasn't meant sincerely, but I'm sure it doesn't matter much to you."

"It doesn't."

He shrugged and crossed his legs at the ankle, getting his lanky frame comfortable.

"And you might not have meant it sincerely outwardly but I'm sure inside, you're totally grateful to me."

"Well, you are staying, essentially as a human nightlight," she replied idly, digging through the drawer for a shirt to sleep in. "I suppose there's some vague gratitude to be found for that, if not really anything else."

"So, reading between the lines, you think I'm awesome and are grateful I'm sharing my awesomeness with you," Nathan decided. "Well, you're very welcome. I am always happy to help those in need."

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." She picked out a few pieces of clothing before shutting the drawer and straightening up. "I'm gonna go change in the bathroom, try not to go through my stuff."

It was probably some sign of trust (or plain not caring) that she didn't stop to listen for a possible reply before disappearing into the bathroom.

Pfft, he was too comfortable to do something like that. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in a pillow, completely ready to take up space in some chick's bed.

He was a little sad that she hadn't changed in front of him. Maybe next time!

It was a pretty big maybe. Or perhaps it wasn't. Kate was so playing things by the ear these days.

She emerged from the bathroom soon enough, compensating for the not-quite-tiny (but still pretty short) shorts with a t-shirt meant for someone twice her size, with the words Four Winds Lanscaping printed on the front. She'd taken the scarf off, too. The bruises were a funky yellow now, blending into her pale skin a little better in most places, but still there.

Didn't matter. She was amused when she wandered over to the bed again. "You look comfortable."

"I am," he muttered, voice muffled by the pillow. "But hey, if you'd like to make me even more comfortable, I'm not going to stop you."

Yeah, yeah, he planned on being good but that didn't mean he had to be a fucking monk.

That earned him a light thwap on the back of his head, from where she was standing beside the bed. "I took my bra off," she informed him. "That's gonna have to be comfortable enough for you."

"Mmm, your mediocre rack is flying free. Hot," he said but didn't really move despite getting his head slapped. "Containing myself will be difficult but don't despair, your tits are safe. I'm tired anyway."

"Good," Kate decided, climbing onto the bed to try stretching out beside him. "Could you maybe scoot over just a bit?"

It may have sounded like a vaguely polite suggestion, but she was willing to shove if needed.

"Fucking bossy," he said but did shove himself over without much effort. "That's as far as I'm going, though. If it's not enough well you'll just have to close your eyes and think of England while you sleep."

"Any other country in the whole world except that one," she replied, settling down at a vaguely respectable distance from him, as if that was going to last with a bed this narrow and her tendency to cling. "And my bossiness has its limits."

Nathan wanted to ask what she had against England but eh, he didn't care at this point. He'd ask later. He said he'd stay and sleep so he was well on his way to doing that. He didn't feel the need to entertain her with pillow talk or pleasantries.

Please.

Not like she was expecting it either. He was here to sleep and not make fun of her for needing that, and she was more than content with just that.

Though she did shift closer in no time at all, curling up against his side. Come morning she'd be all over him, and then she'd probably wonder whether there should be some kind of limit for how many skinny limbs one bed should have in it.

But that wasn't now.

Room 324, Saturday Afternoon

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