Room 323 [Saturday, Morning]

[pastmewrong]

Effy's room was dark and freezing, and for the moment she was only putting up with it for the moment simply because she was pretty sure she'd feel colder if she got up and wandered around the dorms

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[fratboybitch]

With Griff gone, Alex had thought about staying in the room and just nesting there. That got boring after awhile so he'd dressed in the dim light (that was fun, nearly putting his shirt on backwards) and eventually ended up in jeans and multiple layers.

With that done, it meant stomping out of the room and heading upstairs to the first person he'd thought of after the whole 'it's fucking cold as shit' realization.

His hands were cold enough that he wanted to leave them in his pockets so he'd just end up kicking the door. "You a popsicle in there?"

[pastmewrong]

Effy glanced towards the door, even knowing she couldn't see him. "Not yet," she answered after a moment. It was debatable whether she would at some point.

"Door's open." No, she was not getting up to let him in, her spot was getting somewhat warm.

[fratboybitch]

Small favors, Alex decided, and pushed his way into the room. She didn't have to get up and he didn't have to go away. Any hope that her room was warmer than his was dashed immediately.

"Power out here too?" Obvious question, he knew, but there had been some optimism. And maybe he wanted to needle her. "Haven't made it warm with just the power of your smile?"

[pastmewrong]

"I wish." Little ray of sunshine, she was not. Metaphorically or literally. Did shoot him a bit of a smile, as if to prove this point. "Hoping I'd have that sorted?"