MCA #5, Sunday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Sarah hadn't checked her mail in a while. Just hadn't really felt like it. There was never anything good in there anyway. It took the deep, all-encompassing boredom of a wintery Sunday afternoon for her to finally – sighing, of course – shift the small mountain of mail onto her kitchen table and start shifting through it.

Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail, SPA notice on new rules, junk mail, bills, junk mail, junk mail junk junk mail junk mail ––

"Oh, bollocks."

Invitation to a reunion. Ugh. See? Nothing good.

[ooc: Open, yes.]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton didn't so much knock on her door as that he hovered in its general vicinity, still loudly complaining-- "I hate snow! What is it even good for?!"

[electrocynic]

Oh thank fuck, a distraction.

Sarah stuffed the invitation under the to-grudgingly-keep pile before she got up. Wandered to the door. Opened it.

"Keep it to yourself, space boy, no one cares." Liar. She'd cared enough to wander out here.

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh, shut up," Atton griped. "Have you seen it out there? I hate this planet!"

[electrocynic]

"I'm indoors for a reason," she drawled. Amused.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled his eyes. "Sure, you're clever," he said.

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes right back at him.

"Well it's been as cahrming as ever to talk to you, Atton."

[suitably_heroic]

"You want the last of these sandwiches or not?" Atton retorted, holding up the bag. "'Cause I can go home and eat all of them myself, no problem."

[electrocynic]

Sarah shrugged. Then she said, "Eh."

Then she turned and padded back into her apartment, leaving the door open.

[suitably_heroic]

"You're such a ball of positive energy," Atton called, as he trudged into her apartment after her. "Can't ever get a word in edgewise with you."

[electrocynic]

She wandered back into the kitchen without looking back. "Sorry, I don't take lip from blokes who can't even live with snow without letting the whole building know about it."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled his eyes. "How've you been, miss Guidance Counselor?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah was shrugging again as she re-appeared with glasses and something to drink.

"Haven't been guiding or counseling a lot."

Now there was a shocker.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton, in turn, put a sandwich for her on the table. It was still wrapped and everything. "Yeah?" he said. "Maybe time to send another email around."

[electrocynic]

"Or," she put forward as she put the glasses and drink - merely juice this time - down on the table, "I could just keep ignoring all responsibility the same way the kids keep ignoring their mental stability."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, that'll be real helpful for everybody," Atton said, sinking into a seat.

[electrocynic]

"I'm not here to be helpful."

Sometimes she was. She just preferred to not admit that.

[suitably_heroic]

"That is literally your job description," Atton told her.

[electrocynic]

"Pffft."

She sat down after making this fantastic counter-argument.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shook his head. "At least sit in your office sometime," he wheedled. "I'll buy lunch."

[electrocynic]

Sarah snorted, reaching for the sandwich. "Since when are you so invested in my job?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Since I've been teaching here for almost two years and I'm invested in the mental health of our students," Atton said. "You know, as long as I don't have to deal with it."

[electrocynic]

"So you actually just don't want it collapsing on you," Sarah decided, leaning back. "Makes more sense."

[suitably_heroic]

"And it's not like you have anything better to do," Atton said, grabbing his drink. "Keeps you occupied doing something other than bullying cigarette machines."

[electrocynic]

"I don't bully anything." Liar. "I just take what's rightfully bloody mine."

[suitably_heroic]

"The cigarettes aren't yours," Atton retorted. "Some of us actually buy them, you know."

[electrocynic]

"Some of us don't have to."

In part that was true, because she had an arrangement with the corner store at home.