Room 223, Monday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie had survived her first Fandom High Parents Weekend. It really wasn't much of an accomplishment when she hadn't had any guests of her own, but whatever. She gathered it was still some kind of a landmark, even if she'd spent the majority of it just reading and watching stuff on her own. She just liked it better that way.

And hey, she'd still managed to get what she supposed was a variation of the 'if you hurt him' speech from Sam's friends, so that was something.

But now it was Monday, and it was time to get back into gear. And for Natalie, this meant sitting on her bed with a cup of coffee, studying German from the book in front of her.

She led such an exciting life.

[ooc: Post open, door halfway open. And not the other way around like I typed first.]

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[necroslacker]

"So?" he repeated, raising both eyebrows. "Road rash is gross. You haven't seen me at my worst yet."

She hadn't seen his back.

"You really wanna go on a date with someone with pavement burn on his face? It's not pretty."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie raised an eyebrow, just a little. "Who says your face is pretty now?" It was, but even Natalie could sometimes crack a joke.

[necroslacker]

"You're twisting my words," Sam scolded lightly, giving her shirt a little tug now. "I didn't say my face was pretty but having it decorated with pebbles and scabs makes it even worse. I'd have to go all Phantom of the Opera just to leave my room. Maybe I should just go with that now since my face offends you so much."

[whenshewasnice]

"Now you're twisting my words," she retorted, almost smirking. "Never said your face offends me."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah? You don't have to," Sam said and widened his eyes almost comically. "I can see that you really think that in your faces and eyes. My face offends you to almost scary levels. You're offended by me."

[whenshewasnice]

"So offended," Natalie drawled. "I don't know why I've let you stay here so long."

[necroslacker]

"I don't either," Sam agreed with a shake of his head. "Why have you let me stay here so long?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Probably has something to do with your non-grotesque face," she decided, doing a 180 degree turn for the hell of it. "Things like that."

[necroslacker]

"Things like that," he echoed, nodding. "Your face is pretty all right too. Not grotesque. Maybe that's one of the reasons I've stayed here so long."

[whenshewasnice]

"Or you're just too tired to move," she quipped, tilting her head again, as if for a new perspective on that non-grotesque face. "Propped up against the door."

[necroslacker]

"You're not giving me a lot of credit here, you know," Sam remarked with a quick laugh. "I'm not one to stay and invade someone's sanctuary just because I'm tired. I'd crawl out of here if that were the case."

[whenshewasnice]

"No, I would kick you out." Literally. She looked a little amused at that idea, though. "But I won't."

[necroslacker]

"Well, thanks," he said and shook his head at that one because he'd sooner throw himself out than get kicked out. "Got plans for what you're gonna do instead since I'm here and all?"

[whenshewasnice]

"We're back to that question again, eh?" Unsurprising, really. It was only logical. "I could convince you to try and take a nap?"

Who even knew if that was serious or not.

[necroslacker]

"I don't really need convincing," Sam assured her, shrugging a shoulder. "I know I need to sleep. It's actually sleeping that's the problem. I don't sleep well."

He'd said that before, he knew, and he was sorry for repeating himself. "I'm sure you're very convincing though. Give a normal person one look and they'll fall asleep wherever they are."

[whenshewasnice]

"That sounds more like I'm just that boring," she noted, going for a slightly different topic, there. That didn't mean she was going to stop wondering about his sleep problems, just that she wasn't prodding.

"Any other bright ideas?"

[necroslacker]

"You're not boring," Sam assured her, shaking his head, "but no, no real bright ideas. I could let you get back to your German if that's something you'd want to do. I know your first love is books and all."

[whenshewasnice]

"It's not." Natalie liked her random pieces of honesty, and that was one of those. Idly dropped into conversation before moving right along.

She nodded. "I think I still want you to stay. We can talk or make out or whatever."

[necroslacker]

Sam picked up on the fact that she'd admitted that books weren't her first love. He wondered if that meant that maybe music was. But, he didn't ask.

"I can stay," he decided, nodding, "and we can either of those, yeah. Talking, making out, crossword puzzles, whatever. I'm cool with that."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie looked a little amused. "Even the crossword puzzles?" She didn't have crossowrd puzzles, in fcat she didn't even like crossword puzzles all that much, but she almost wished she'd had some just to make him live by his words. "Wow."

[necroslacker]

"Hey, just remember I never said I was any good at them," Sam pointed out because it was an important detail. "Frank used to do them sometimes. Said it stimulated his intelligence or something. I can maybe manage to get one or two out of like sixty. But, I try hard!"

[whenshewasnice]

"A for effort," Natalie drawled, finally pulling away from him but reaching for his hand. "I don't have any crossword puzzles, anyway."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, that's me, always giving an effort even when I know it's gonna be futile," he remarked, lacing his fingers with hers and pushing away from the door. "But, since you don't have crossword puzzles, we can ignore my lack of intelligence when it comes to coming up with words from impossible clues. Better for my ego."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'll keep that in mind for future reference," Natalie drawled. You know, for whenever she'd find herself in need of tools for chipping at his ego, or something. Whatever.

She tugged him easily towards her bed. "Who says just talking can't make you feel intellectually inadequate?"

[necroslacker]

"I might at least be able to fake it when it comes to talking," Sam said, letting himself be tugged. "Words can come out of my mouth, agreements, questions all without knowing what the hell is being discussed. I'm sure I'm not the only one who does that."