[Matthias does as he's told, and goes into the room--and once he's within, tries his best not to stare at his surroundings. S'only a room, is what he tells himself. But 's Laura's room, isn't it, himself argues back. So there's loads of details to pick up on. No--is that creepy? Maybe a bit. What would someone make of his spare little bed in the dormitory? Wouldn't want someone to judge him on that. Ought he to move elsewhere, like? Get his own room? What would he do with all that space?
What's Laura do with all that space? But then she deserves it, doesn't she. Because, you know. Is that stupid of him to think? A bit. She doesn't deserve pity. And he doesn't pity her, of course.
Oh, bugger, he realizes then, midway through these thoughts. There's only the bed to sit on. Well, that's all right. Plenty of people sit beside one another on beds. Matthias has spent loads of time sitting on beds (when they were around) and bedrolls and cots, casually taking up space with the other mages. Even done that easy all-pile-on thing, where your limbs get comfortably tangled up with other limbs and it's just cozy, like. And even with Laura, it's not supremely weird. She's his friend. 'Course, he did spend time sitting in silence on top of a wall, holding her hand and looking out at the water. And she held his hand a bit before that as well. And they did kiss, that one time, but that was for the game, and she did run away straight after--which is to say this is complicated, and he definitely fancies her, so.
Well. After all of that, Matthias follows her, and sits on the bed beside her. Puts the box with the Mhavos Pie-lat between, and the two packages he's got carried in his arm beside that. They're both wrapped in paper, clumsily refastened with string that he'd untied after he'd gotten back to the Gallows, just to check and be sure that he'd gotten what he paid for, that the gifts were real, that--Maker, please--Laura would probably like them.
He grins at her, quick, a little nervous. There's a pink in his ears already. Bu-ggg-ger.]
You didn't have to get me anything. Not that I'm complaining. I love gifts. Er--who goes first? Do we do it by age? Or d'you want to Rock-Paper-Shears, or we could both go at once, or-- [SHUT UP MATTHIAS] --maybe the Mhavmouse thinger first. It is fairly brilliant, whoever that is.
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[Matthias does as he's told, and goes into the room--and once he's within, tries his best not to stare at his surroundings. S'only a room, is what he tells himself. But 's Laura's room, isn't it, himself argues back. So there's loads of details to pick up on. No--is that creepy? Maybe a bit. What would someone make of his spare little bed in the dormitory? Wouldn't want someone to judge him on that. Ought he to move elsewhere, like? Get his own room? What would he do with all that space?
What's Laura do with all that space? But then she deserves it, doesn't she. Because, you know. Is that stupid of him to think? A bit. She doesn't deserve pity. And he doesn't pity her, of course.
Oh, bugger, he realizes then, midway through these thoughts. There's only the bed to sit on. Well, that's all right. Plenty of people sit beside one another on beds. Matthias has spent loads of time sitting on beds (when they were around) and bedrolls and cots, casually taking up space with the other mages. Even done that easy all-pile-on thing, where your limbs get comfortably tangled up with other limbs and it's just cozy, like. And even with Laura, it's not supremely weird. She's his friend. 'Course, he did spend time sitting in silence on top of a wall, holding her hand and looking out at the water. And she held his hand a bit before that as well. And they did kiss, that one time, but that was for the game, and she did run away straight after--which is to say this is complicated, and he definitely fancies her, so.
Well. After all of that, Matthias follows her, and sits on the bed beside her. Puts the box with the Mhavos Pie-lat between, and the two packages he's got carried in his arm beside that. They're both wrapped in paper, clumsily refastened with string that he'd untied after he'd gotten back to the Gallows, just to check and be sure that he'd gotten what he paid for, that the gifts were real, that--Maker, please--Laura would probably like them.
He grins at her, quick, a little nervous. There's a pink in his ears already. Bu-ggg-ger.]
You didn't have to get me anything. Not that I'm complaining. I love gifts. Er--who goes first? Do we do it by age? Or d'you want to Rock-Paper-Shears, or we could both go at once, or-- [SHUT UP MATTHIAS] --maybe the Mhavmouse thinger first. It is fairly brilliant, whoever that is.