[Sometime during AU week]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[meanwhile at the dorms, a half-pirate and some girl who managed a +3 lockpicking skill in her bag of tricks are trying to break in to "their" room]

This lock is way more sophisticated than the others. You'd think they were worried about unsavory people trying to break in...

Comments

[the_ex_in_xp]

[getting up and stretching]

So if you were not exactly you, where would you hide your massive amount of alcohol?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Well, there's the kitchen, but then anyone could get to it...

[the_ex_in_xp]

As long as it's high up and out of those fluffballs' reach, it's worth a shot.

[heads to the door and ostensibly the kitchen]

I'll be back in a bit.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Sure you don't want me to come with?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[looking over her shoulder, like she's wondering if you're worried she's going to vanish or something]

If you want. I didn't want to break up your cuddling time.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[getting up on her feet and slipping out of her jacket (which probably means her tattoo is visible for the first time since she got here)]

No, it's good that I break it up. I don't want them to get too used to it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[unconsciously lets her gaze slip to the tattoo before looking back up]

If your other self's only complaint is that you spoiled her rabbits with affection, I'd say you're doing fine.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

You're saying that as we're about to go try to find her booze, though.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Exactly. She's got other things to worry about at the moment.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Wherever she is. After you?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[heading off]

Maybe we switched places...

[...oh god maybe we switched places]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[closing the door behind her before the rabbits can ignore her clear "don't follow us, guys" mental communique]

... oh. That would be, uh...

[the_ex_in_xp]

...you might be missing some alcohol of your own in that case.

[I'm refusing to think about what Scott would do with an AU Ramona]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I don't keep alcohol in my apartment. She's probably stealing all my art supplies if that's the case...

[the_ex_in_xp]

Wait, why don't you keep alcohol in your apartment?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Because I mostly just drink at social functions where it'd be weird not to these days?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[just looks puzzled since they are explicitly going to find alcohol right now and drank a lot in the privacy of their dorm room back in the day]

And your apartment doesn't count as a place for social functions?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I think this counts. We have you, me, the bunnies...

[the_ex_in_xp]

No, do not count the rabbits. That makes it weirder.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Well, I can't call them by their names because I don't know them.

Also, we probably have to accept that I'm weird? Because I probably am. Or just aggressively uncool.

[the_ex_in_xp]

I wouldn't say aggressive, you're too...something to be that. You're, like, charmingly dorky.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

That's cool. I can work with that.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[looking through the cabinets once they get to the kitchen]

It's somewhere between cool and uncool. But. I like your weirdness, it's a good kind as opposed to my life's usual weirdness.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Thank you, Ramona. That means a lot.

[the_ex_in_xp]

It means less coming from me, since my experience with weird has been generally terrible. Maybe you're actually normal and I've spent too much time around carnies, roid rage carnivores, theater sell outs and the like to know better.