notconflicted | Disco Dome "castle"- Monday morning

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Disco Dome "castle"- Monday morning

After a week of this, Sia was pretty much over it. Walking around herself was fine, but she was tired of moving when anyone else got up, she was tired of having to live out of a bag, and she was beginning to wonder if she could bribe the squirrels into not reporting it if she just decided to move back to the dorms.

And if that was all at the forefront of her mind, it was because she was rummaging through her bag only to realize she'd left some things at the dorms, and also because she could tell Vitor was going in circles to find a place to lay down because of the way the castle was moving. Just one more week. Just one more...

[Mostly for one, but open with SP!]

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"I'm sure the island will take that into consideration for next time," she said, tossing him his clothes.

Atton held his shirt in front of his crotch as he got up, then turned around. Sorry, Sia, but he'd rather you get the ass than the manly parts. Call it a courtesy or something.

He got dressed real quick.

Okay, she maybe looked a little. Sue her. She would most definitely not be looking when he turned back around, though.

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Thanks for letting me stay in the wobbly... what is this thing anyway? ...that kept throwing me off at night," Atton said, turning around. "I really appreciate it."

"Apparently they're called bouncy castles," Sia said. "You're normally in Hummer Hut."

She was beginning to think this whole experience was worth it for the ridiculousness of this current situation.

"Hummer Hut, huh?"

Atton waggled his fingers to make sure they were actually fingers. "No Hutts involved, I hope, because I think that's more up Cade's alley, if you know what I mean."

Sia made a face. "Of all the mental images I never needed in my head..,"

"You're welcome," Atton said. He made an attempt to sit instead of sprawl on the bouncy... whatever. "Try talking to him as much as I do, you'll be hosing your brain down all day."

"I generally try to avoid that, and you just gave me a new reason to continue doing so," she returned.

Atton shrugged. "Again, you're welcome," he said. "What's your classy place called?"

"Disco Dome," she sighed. "I thought about looking up exactly what disco is, and then decided I didn't really want to know."

"It's these cantinas with garish colors and people in too-big pants," Atton said, because of course he knew that.

Of course he knew that.

"Oh, then this place suits me perfectly," she said dryly.

"You don't feel the urge to get up and dance?" Atton drawled.

"Oddly no. Maybe it's because I've done enough bouncing already." Enough for a lifetime, even.

"Woo," Atton deadpanned.

"Oh, shut up," she said, looking embarrassed.

"Oh, come on," Atton said. "You've got to laugh at 'woo'. 'Woo' was ridiculous."

"Which is why I would love to forget 'woo' ever happened." Though she had a tattoo now, so good luck there.

"You have to learn to laugh at yourself a little, Si," Atton said, flopping over on the bouncy mattress. "The island made you play the fool, so what? There's worse things to be for a day."