[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_excessive]

I know you mean it in a nice way, and I like it. But I kinda think I like that you were concerned about my feelings if I didn't more...

[the_ex_in_xp]

[huffs a little]

C'mon, of course I'm concerned about your feelings. Maybe I don't always show it but I swear I am...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[going from leaning on you to wrapping both arms around your waist]

I know you are. I'm just saying that sometimes I like hearing you say it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Or actually demonstrating it.

[which she tries by leaning back so it's easier for you to hug and using the arm she already had around you to rub your arm in what she hopes is comforting]

But I thought about it a lot, not like in a manipulative jerk way, but in a way that maybe I wasn't great at noticing it since you don't like punching me or ditching me when I screw up. Those times it's hard to miss...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[it is very comforting don't worry]

Well, then I'm sorry I'm not into punching unless it's in a friendly, on-the-shoulder way.

[the_ex_in_xp]

You should be. How else am I going to learn?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Maybe I can tug on your shirt really annoyingly?

[the_ex_in_xp]

And what about the times you can't get at my shirt?

[like the billions of times she's got it covered up by a sweatshirt or coat or the few times she's wearing a not shirt outfit like a dress]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Then whatever clothes you're wearing, I guess.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[is about to suggest that it would only encourage her to act up when naked but catching herself after a second, like, oh right that's inappropriate and we're not dating anymore...]

--right. Uh. Sounds like a good compromise.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

You okay?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[may be a little buzzed, but can still bullshit everything is awesome like a pro, nudging you with her shoulder]

Yeah. Just mentally cataloging which band shirts I should never wear around you again.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Oh, c'mon, I'm not going to ruin the shirts.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[deadpan;]

You could pull on my Unknown Pleasures shirt so hard that the radio pulses will all flatline.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I would never, that's one of my favorites.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Good, because I don't want to look like some graphic designer dweeb with just a horizontal line box on my shirt.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Wow, what did graphic designer dweebs ever do to you, huh?

[the_ex_in_xp]

Threatened to delete my midterm paper if I didn't change it from some font to another, like, right that second.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

You don't remember the fonts?

[the_ex_in_xp]

All I remembered is one would let me get to exactly twelve pages without writing any more words and the other one would make me need another paragraph worth of padding.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

... were they a TA or something?

[the_ex_in_xp]

He was my TA's noisy boyfriend and the third reason I had for dropping the class. It was about nomadic peoples, they barely had writing to start giving a shit about fonts.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[this is one of those frustrating I Love Ramona But I Also Love the Rules moments]

Yeah, then he shouldn't have gotten involved.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[and that is precisely why you never heard all the other reasons she dropped classes and eventually got herself kicked out of college]

You're hoping it wasn't Comic Sans and trying not to judge me for it, aren't you?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Ramona, please tell me it wasn't Comic Sans.