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]

"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."

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes but does it make you feel intelligent?" she wondered, as the back of her legs met the edge of the bed. "Or just clever? Guess clever works too."

[necroslacker]

"It makes me feel like a contributing participant in the conversation," Sam replied, shrugging a shoulder. "I never said I had to feel intelligent or clever. Just like I'm trying to make a contribution to the conversation. Wouldn't want the other person to feel like they were talking to a brick wall."

[whenshewasnice]

"No, I think the intellectual thing was where I was coming from. Originally." And he'd gotten her sidetracked but she didn't care. She let go of his hand to first take a seat on the edge of her bed, then push back a little. "Never mind."

[necroslacker]

"Never mind," Sam echoed, stopping when his knees hit the bed. He watched her get settled and almost looked a little shy about this. IT was different when it was her bed for some reason.

"Sorry, didn't mean to sidetrack you," Sam said, sounding a little apologetic. "I've got a knack for that."

[whenshewasnice]

"Not a lot of people do." Sidetrack her, she meant. Her particular knack was for focusing.

She flopped down onto her back, again resting one hand on her stomach, looking up at him. "Well?"

[necroslacker]

"Hmm?" Poor Sam had gotten a little sidetracked himself watching her get all comfortable. "Well what?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, are you just going to stand here?" Natalie clarified, a hint of amusement slipping through. "Am I supposed to be eye candy or something?"

[necroslacker]

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry," Sam said, shaking his head and dropping down onto the empty space she'd left him. He ended up on his back, one arm tucked behind his head.

So, he was there now. It wasn't so bad even. Kinda nice, in fact.

[whenshewasnice]

"Better," Natalie complimented him, if a little sarcastically as per usual. "See, my bed isn't going to devour you whole."

[necroslacker]

"I didn't think it was gonna devour me," Sam quipped, smiling at the ceiling for a second. "I just got a little distracted watching you get comfortable. So yeah, for a second, you were eye candy for me."

[whenshewasnice]

"Really." It wasn't a question, and it was dry, but maybe she was secretly pleased. Maybe. She rolled onto her side and propped her head up on one arm. "You got over it."

[necroslacker]

"You pulled my attention away so I wouldn't say I got over it so much as I turned my attention elsewhere," he said, smiling up at her. "You're still pretty and I'm still looking. It's just from a different angle now."

[whenshewasnice]

"A more comfortable one?" Natalie quipped, just barely smiling back at him. "I do see you're still looking."

[necroslacker]

"Would you prefer it if I shut my eyes?" Sam asked and didn't give her time to answer before he blinked his eyes shut. "I'm comfortable and bliiiiind now."

[whenshewasnice]

"Did you just assume I wanted you not to look?" she wondered. Meanwhile, he'd robbed himself of seeing a slightly more obvious smile, whereas she'd gained an opportunity to watch him again without him seeing. "That I wished you blind?"

[necroslacker]

"Well, I hope you didn't wish me blind because that's kind of cruel and makes me insecure about my eyes," Sam remarked with a slight lift of one corner of his mouth. "Maybe I made a bad judgment call there. But, I know you were previously offended by my face. I was just trying to ease that."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie sounded amused. "That doesn't even make sense," she noted. "Shouldn't I have closed my eyes for that?"

[necroslacker]

"When did you start expecting me to make sense?" Sam asked, opening his eyes again and shaking his head. "You're giving me too much credit. Lame, remember?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe I was expecting you to start taking after some less lame people," she drawled in reply. "I'm not lame."

Clearly he should've been picking that trait up from her.

[necroslacker]

"You're not lame," he said and tapped her chin with a light finger. "You're the opposite of lame, in fact. Maybe I'll start curing my lameness through osmosis but it's a process. I gotta keep hanging out around you, I think. Step by step, little by little."

[whenshewasnice]

"You're just rationalizing it like that so you can have a lame reason to spend time around me," she retorted, but not like she objected. Of course she didn't object. "To get more things to keep to yourself."

[necroslacker]

"Well." He couldn't really deny the truth, could he? "Is that a bad thing to want? I didn't think it was."