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can i come over.
please.

ofc. are you sad or bored i need to dress appropriately.

maybe both. let's watch a movie.

[he will not say "netflix and chill"]

i want to get wine drunk.

[ don't worry nic will ]

lucky for you my night is totally free. i'll go pick up some cheap wine you just bring your lovely self.

and maybe some food.

do you seriously want cafeteria food right now?

[because it's all he has]

do you really think i'm better than cafeteria food bc seriously i'm not.
get me a toasted sandwich they're not bad

you are.
but i'll get you a sandwich. see you soon.

[a while later, august shows up at nic's door, sandwich(es) in a paper bag, gripped rather roughly in one hand. they aren't smushed, luckily, but the bag is starting to look a little worse for wear.

speaking of worse for wear: august.

but let's not talk about that. he's letting himself in after ringing the doorbell once, slipping off his shoes at the door and wandering through the house. he reaches the living room, shrugging his shoulders and motioning loosely to the room as a whole,]

Honey, I'm home.

[ at the sound of the doorbell nic did....not a thing, if she's honest. she's been sitting curled up in front of the tv for most of the day, and she's glad august knows well enough to just let himself in, because nicola santos doesn't stand for nobody-

except for when they have food, and once she spots the bag she quickly jumps up off the couch and lets the blanket fall to the floor as she rushes over to retrieve the sandwich. ] You. Are. The. Best.

[ she's all beaming grins as she heads over, interrupted by a quick bob up onto the balls of her feet and a kiss of appreciation pressed to his cheek - but she's got eyes, and she's known august for long enough to tell that there's a Something going on.

she also knows well enough to know that direct questioning probably won't heed much results, so instead she just claps a hand down on his shoulder and gives him a Very Serious look. ]

....Scream Queens or Criminal Minds?

[believe it or not, august has been thinking about the hunt since the start of the month. maybe it's all hitting him now that he knows he'll be the one going in, not the other fourth years. he may never see his friends again. now, nic won't know that it's the hunt that's got him so distant, but he will.

he smiles as she kisses him on the cheek, returning it by kissing her on the forehead. compared to his other friends, he is particularly gentle with nic.]

Criminal Minds. I don't feel like watching pristine girls yell about murder.

[he plops himself down on the couch, purposefully taking her spot because it's warm.]

Thanks for warming my seat.

[haha.]

How dare you. [ she tries to appear annoyed, or disappointed, or something, but it lasts all of half a second before she's laughing and scooping up the remote. while flicking through the options she backs up to the couch, and rather unceremoniously drops into august's lap. ] Two can play at that game, asshole.

[ she puts a random episode on and settles in, making herself comfortable on top of legs that - if she's being honest - aren't all that easy to get comfortable on. it's a matter of principle though, so she props her feet up on the couch and starts unwrapping her sandwich. ]

Best get used to this, when I netflix and chill we're here for the long haul. [ and because she's the best ever, she leans forward just enough to grab the wine bottle she'd started drinking from earlier off of the floor, and twists slightly to hand it to august. ] All my glasses are dirty.

[he let's out an exaggerated oof as she sits on top of him, leaning forward to rest his chin on her shoulder. yes, two can play at that game indeed.

he chuckles as she hands him the entire bottle of wine -- honestly, it's how he drinks most of the time, too -- and takes a few long swigs from it, careful not to spill anything on nic in the process. chugging wine is august's specialty, apparently, and when he hands it back to her, it's significantly lighter.

hope you've got another bottle somewhere, nic.]

Do I have to wash your dishes for you in the morning?

[be responsible!! but he kind of enjoys taking care of things around the house ... ]

[ of course she has another bottle lying around, this is nicola we're talking about here. her ongoing booze stash knows no boundaries. she raises her eyebrows as she takes the bottle back, but given that they're in r&r here she chooses not to comment on the wine chug. she can be unselfish for like half a second, it's fine.

she takes a quick swig of her own, nowhere near anything on august's, and leans back heavily with a smile. ] Well i mean you don't have to, but you know I'll love you if you do.

[ another swig breaks up the sentence, but she continues with her excuse all ready to go. ] The dishwasher's broken. And I've been really busy. So it's not my fault they're not done.

[ "busy". as though her life has any more responsibilities than making sure she gets out of bed at some point during the day. ]

Sure.

[he's going to do it, in case that isn't clear enough. someone needs to make sure nic's place stays somewhat ... nice, or something. he likes taking care of her. he'll probably end up replacing the wine, too. he'll show up at her door another night, another time, to deliver an expensive wine.

that's what friends do.]

Eat your sandwich, Nic. Or I will.

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