notconflicted | Room 317- Tuesday morning

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Room 317- Tuesday morning

Sia had been trying to study. Normally she was very good at staying focused, too. It was just that today, anytime she started to get anywhere, she'd hear an impatient throat-clearing noise that seemed to be coming from the strange sprig of green... thing that had appeared on the ceiling today.

"Hem, hem," it said.

"In case it's escaped your notice, I'm ignoring you," Sia said, not even looking up from her notebook, though she did wonder how she got to the point where she would reply to talking plants on her ceiling and not react.

[I will never not love the pushy mistletoe. Open door, open post.]

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"No, seriously," Atton called upwards, "I am getting my vibroblade!"

That bought him precious time to come up with a way of saying that's insane that didn't make this worse.

"It's a stress reliever! And hey, you wouldn't be fighting anymore!"

"I'm moving to a town where the foliage minds their own business," Sia sighed.

"I'm moving to a whole different planet," Atton groused, in hopes that this meant he could somehow distract Sia from talking about this. "This island. I don't know which idiot thought it up, but they must've taken a few too many hits to the head."

"Just beat it to death. That'll make it better," she said, only half-sarcastically.

"This doesn't sound like making out..."

"Just what I was thinking," Atton said, getting back on the chair.

Somebody stop him.

"I didn't actually mean that," Sia said.

Atton glanced at her over his shoulder. "Not even a little maiming?" he tried. "Nobody needs to know!"

Look, you could take the boy out of the Sith, but taking the Sith out of the boy was a whole different venture.

"I'll know, and no maiming," she said, glaring at the pillowcase anyway.

"IT'S JUST A KISS, WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL," said the mistletoe, apparently getting frustrated.

Sometimes it pissed Sia off that she was good.

Atton gave the mistletoe a thwap anyway. "Fine," he said, hopping off the chair again, "But only because it's your room."

"Great. Now I can listen to it harass me into kissing people all day," she said, though at least some of the anger now was directed at stupid Fandom and its stupid talking plants. "Just how I wanted my Thursday to go."

"You could probably put your roommate's pillowcase on there if you want," Atton said casually. "So I'm just going to leave this here..."

And get out before Sia remembered what the fight was about. Inching towards the door...

Oh, she remembered. And now she was going to think about it.

"Sure. Fine," she nodded. Not mad at all about any of this, really.

"I'll catch you later," Atton said casually.

Almost at the door...

"Till the next completely unnecessary rejection," Sia said with another nod.

"I was talking to the plant!"

... dammit. Return to the plan!

"I mean, bye."

"What do you mean you were talking to the plant?"

Bye, plan.

"I wasn't handing out unnecessary rejections, I was just telling the plant no," Atton said.

That wasn't going to fly, was it?

"...Oh come on."

Nope.

"Look, it's not my fault you're being unreasonable," Atton said.

"I am not being unreasonable!" Sia insisted. "I never once showed any interest in you and was shot down for something I have no control over."

She was not being entirely reasonable, anyway.

... Yeah.

Atton's forehead crumpled up into extreme confusion as he attempted to make sense of that.

"So," he said slowly, "Why do you care?"

"Because you're confusing," she stated simply. Sure, let's go with that.

"Right."

Not buying that one for a second, but what the hell would he do with it? Pushing might get him something he'd have to weasel out of.

"Well, then I'll remove my confusion from your room, your highness," he said, taking another step towards that do-- hey, hello, doorway.

"Fine." And they were back to that.

"How about a kiss goodbye!" And also that.

"How about you shut up before I really lose my temper and come back with my blaster," Atton snapped.

And then slammed the door as he left. As you do.

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