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[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ gee gee gee gee baby baby~ you got a text message, nathan.

"open the door locks changed???" ]

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[ this is laughter, loud & full of energy. when they finally near his room, he puts the box down again & lets out a relieved exhale. ]

Did I get any room service? Or am I gonna walk into a total dust trap?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Naw, it's probably all cleaned up.

[ because he double-checks every few weeks, but damon doesn't need to know that. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Heh. Not bad.

[ opens the door & peeks into the room. flicks on the light switch, nods at it, satisfied. ]

Yep. There's nothing like your own room to come home to.

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[ just stands there and observes him, secretly pleased to see damon in his own room again. isn't sure why, but...

snaps out of it and follows him in, hobbling over to the bed to set the backpack down on it. puffs out a sigh of relief, seating himself on top of the mattress afterward. ]

You should just go get someone else to bring in the rest.

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[ makes a beeline for the bed, sitting down on it before flopping onto his back, arms spread out beside him. ]

Nah, rather do it myself. It's my junk.

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[ twists his body so that his head is positioned at the right angle so that he's able to look at nathan with his good eye. there's a glint there, full of promises of mischief. ]

So. Got a girlfriend yet?

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ well that caught him off-guard. sort of blanches and turns his head to him quickly, giving a sort of embarrassed look. calms himself, though, because a normal conversation is hard to come by nowadays. ponders on his answer. ]

... no. Too busy for that.

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[ side-glances to him, curiously. ]

You must've gotten someone by now, right?

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. . . [ notes that expression, filing it away in his memory, but lets it go. settles back properly on his bed. ]

Had. Got dumped last week.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

WHAT?!

[ is sincerely surprised, shifting to look at him fully. ]

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Who? --wait, where did you-- No, uh when-- [ pauses, kind of. flailing his arms, attempting to figure out where he was getting at. ] Details!

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You're interested? [ he sits up, drawing up his legs so that he can sit crossed legged. turns as well so he could face nathan as well like a couple of conspirators. ]

Okay. Where should I start?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Uh. D'uh.

[ mirrors his position. it's pretty evident in his voice that he's curious. ]

From the start, dummy.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

I don't know, N. You sure you can handle this?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ nods furiously despite himself. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a critical look & considers, briefly, in making a bad joke out of this -- but reconsiders at the last minute, (secretly) won over by the look of curiosity on nathan's face. ]

Okay, so you gather a bunch of friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends, and get a little tipsy. Good moods all around. Always thought this one girl was real smart. Helps that she's rather attractive too.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't even say or do anything, save for maybe another nod, looking so focused on his explanation/story. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

We talk about the regular things, be a little stupid, you know?

[ pauses here, raises an eyebrow. ]

Heh. Should I tone this down to PG-13 for you?

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[ flails again a little bit, speaking almost a little childishly. ]

I don't care! Just get on with the story!

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[ laughs but nods indulgently anyway. ]

Yeah, yeah. So pushy. Okay, anyway, all that happened was a kiss. Didn't think she'd remember the next morning, but she did, so we said hey, why not? So we hang out some, study together, be retarded first years, cry over some bad marks, etcetera.

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[ starts to look a little wistful, but there is no sadness -- only fondness. ]

Thing about girls in university? They're damn smart. Smarter than me. [ pauses & then a smirk here. ] And you know I'm a fucking genius. Anyway, end of Hell Month, she pulls me to the side and gives me that one line every guy hates hearing. You know what that is, N?

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Uh. [ thinks about it. ] "I'm pregnant"?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

. . . aw, aren't you so fucking precious. [ attacks with a headlock now, shortly followed by a noogie. he's laughing again, the sound rich & filling the room rather easily. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ chokes and lets out many "AUGH"s and "STOPPIT"s for a while, tugging at his arm, though it's almost done halfheartedly. ]

WHAT'D I DO?!

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[ laughter turns into a cackle as he noogies harder, enjoying the situation far too much to even make an attempt at breaking past his amusement to properly answer. ]