| | He pushed on his own eyes, on his closed eyelids, trying to push out what he didn't want. He knew it wouldn't work, but it gave him something to do. "Fuck me. Now. On this table. I'm serious, and if you're not into it, speak now, before I sweep all this useless junk off onto the floor with one passionate swipe of my arm." Completely deadpan.
"Shut up."
"What, no? Oh, well sorry. I guess I'm not man enough for you." What was this weird stuff between his fingers? He picked at it, sort of trying to get it off.
"I was just thinking about Christine the other day."
"But did you realize I've never seen you naked?"
Pause, stare. "Uh, yes, I guess I realize that. Is that a problem?"
"Well, ...I'm just saying I've never seen you naked. Isn't that--..."
"Isn't... it...? So yeah, I was talking to her and she was saying-- We were talking about the way the school just sort of operates as this business that-- I don't want to say that it's, you know, heartless or sinister or whatever... but I think we all have this sort of over-...romanticized... view of... what school... is to us."
"Yeah."
"Are you even--" flash, "Are you picturing me naked?!"
Laughter erupted. "Oh yeah, gimme them sweet titties,"
"Oh my god. Oh, my god."
"them sweet sweet jumbly bumblies."
She shook her head. "I should be much more offended than what--than what my reaction apparently is right now."
"You should be horribly offended by my existence in general. I am."
"Yeah, well, good, why don't you go hang yourself then. I'd pay to see that. I'd be in the front row with popcorn, baby."
"Isn't that a line from an Alanis Morissette song?"
"My life is an Alanis Morissette song."
"Oh, isn't that ironic."
She ran her hand through her hair, tugging and grasping. No weird stuff between her fingers, but she wished.
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