harry

“i mean–i loved playin’ nintendo when i was younger, but admittedly, it’s the only gaming i have.”  nathan shrugged sheepishly, running his tongue across his lower lip out of habit.  “you–uh, you want me to shine a bat signal or something to make my presence known next time?  since, you know, recurrences are also somewhat inevitable.  unless you’re not the open book type, but something tells me you are for the most part.”  there was a sparkle in his eye, and nathan instinctively reached for harry’s hand.  “actually, i’m glad i found you here, ‘cause now the jumbo bag of sour skittles hiding in my trailer finally has a forever home.” he snickered, gesturing toward the direction of his aforementioned trailer.  “you wanna race me for it, or….?”

ELLA: i saw someone with pink hair earlier and started yelling your name at her

ELLA: she turned and i realized what a horrible mistake i'd made

ELLA: she gave me her number but i didn't want it

ELLA: that wasn't the point of this text though

ELLA: i have donuts

HARRY: i have no idea who this person is but she clearly isn't as cool as me so i don't care who she is. my hair's better than hers.

HARRY: poor girl.

HARRY: why didn't you START this conversation with that message?

nathan hadn’t meant to spy–but could it really be called that?  happenstance, maybe, since he’d just happened to walk by in that particular instance.  the audio made him smile, loosening him up just a little bit as he tried to reel in his nerves.  how, he wondered, could harry make him so nervous? he felt like he was back in primary school.  “i…mean, as much as you want me to hear? it wasn’t intentional.”  he shoved his hands in his pockets and let out a low hum.  “kinda surprised, if i’m bein’ honest. anyone here who has a youtube channel would use it to boost their egos, not for their actual hobbies. it’s refreshing.”  

kit: you're never a... like that. not to me. which i find concerning since i can be super heckin annoying

kit: i was not swooning! i do not swoon!

kit: hey hey hey now. he could not do me. he could... do whatever he wants. which is probably whoever he's currently with. i'm not an option here,

kit: i'm not! i just... it IS complicated, harry.

kit: it's totally complicated and messy and i don't want to seem clingy or full on. i have to teach him a lot!

harry: oh, i can be a dick to you if you really want me to be

harry: you definitely do swoon, i've seen you, and you definitely swoon around james

harry: he could do you. he could do you and he SHOULD do you. i'm gonna tell him. leave him passive-aggressive notes so he gets the hint

harry: it's not complicated!! you're just an idiot who won't do shit about it until it hits you in the fucking face

“i’m sorry! it’s just–i was more of a fan of chocolates, y’know, like the cadbury eggs and reeses peanut butter cups and the like.”  nathan cleared his throat, standing a little straighter.  “actually i don’t know why i’m even apologizing, but if you must know, i did hit my head as a child so that might be it.” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and met the woman’s eyes.  “i mean no harm, all right?  and you can give me a wedgie if needed.”  as if to stop himself from digging an even deeper hole, nathan reached for a chocolate chip cookie and jammed it in his mouth.

breathing a laugh at the other’s apology, harry rolled her eyes. “i don’t know why you’re apologising, either. it makes no odds to me whether or not you like skittles. i mean, i’ll judge you for not liking them but it makes no difference to me.” a pause. “i guess the childhood head injury could have something to do with it, though.” it was a reasonable suggestion. still, she offered a hint of a smile and nodded. “i’m pretty sure disliking skittles won’t cause any harm whether you mean it or not, but thanks for the reassurance. i feel way better, now,” harry mused, absently reaching for more skittles and tucking the packets into her pockets. she had no doubt she’d need snacks later in the day to keep her going. then, unable to stop herself, she broke into laughter as the male stuffed a cookie into his mouth. she had no idea what was going through his mind, but it was amusing to say the least. with a smirk, she admitted, “that’s... actually impressive. how’s the cookie?”

kit: i mean, i know you're passive aggressive so i was expecting comments that never came. but i wanted to be super sure just in case

kit: i was not swooning and i so do have control!

kit: his name is james, he doesn't have a wedding ring (i think he may be in a relationship? according to the rumour mill? idk)

kit: he probably has my number cause of work. look, i can't contact him! he'll think i'm some kind of secret junkie or a meeting hopper. idk it's complicated

harry: i'm passive aggressive, not a dick. well, i'm also a dick but not in this circumstance

harry: oh, you were definitely swooning. i know you.

harry: james!! kit and james oh my days how cute

harry: ew, relationship? tell him to bin them off, he can do better. aka he can do you

kit: you say that but you do all the housework! i feel bad! like when i used the kitchen counter as a barre and i broke our wine glasses.

kit: you had to vacuum cause i can't work it

kit: pink and pink is just extra pink. everything is pink in ballet so i'm sure you're doing great!

kit: i was not swooning!!! and yes we spoke. he asked where the signup sheet was for pilates. i directed him and that was it. it's just... awkward.

harry: i don't mind! i wouldn't do it if i minded. or... i would but i'd make passive aggressive comments about it all the time

harry: you were definitely swooning. you have no control around doughnut guy

harry: does he have a name? a relationship status? your number?

nathan’s eyes flickered across the display of food set before him.  he couldn’t decide what avenue of food he was headed toward–pizza was always ol’ reliable, but he’d also been trying to watch himself.  still, though, when he happened upon an array of intricately decorated cupcakes, he thought his eyes might fall out of his head.  damn diet restrictions.  after a moment, his brain registered the voice of the woman next to him.  “what?  oh, they’re all yours.  i’ve personally never been a fan of skittles.  except for the red ones.”  he stepped back, just to give her a little more space.  “feel free to take me down either way, i don’t mind.”

hearing the voice nearby, harry finally turned to face the other and arched a brow judgementally. “you don’t like skittles? what the hell is wrong with you, man?” she asked, bewildered. for a solid three months of her life as a child, she’d assumed skittles counted as one of her five-a-day, since they were fruit flavoured. she couldn’t imagine a skittle-less world, and definitely couldn’t picture disliking skittles. “the red ones are the best though. good choice.” she’d better give him a bit of leeway. “are you seriously volunteering to let me take you down? i’m trained in kickboxing, just so you know. if i was gonna take you down, i would take you the fuck down,” she warned, though her lips quirked in a mischievous grin as she continued to tuck into the few skittles that were still in one hand.

kit: never. got it. i'll make a note of it.

kit: i go through a lot of washing though

kit: like. a lot of tights and shoes and shirts and leotards. there's a lot.

kit: clashes? they compliment it! nothing can truly clash with your hair cause it's awesome

kit: ok so. that one time you forced me to a totally unnecessary aa meeting? well, the doughnut guy is in the gym Again.

harry: oh trust me, i know you do. it's fine, though. dont worry about it, i can handle a few loads of washing.

harry: pink and pink clashes, k. it wouldn't have been so bad if it was princess peach since she's all about pink, anyway. but no. it had to be my bowser ones.

Everleigh couldn’t help but show concern for others, especially those on the lot with her. She too had her fair share of caffeine, but going without sleep was only an occasional thing. “Well, you would guess correctly, but only because I’m looking out for you. I think we’re all guilty of it sometimes, but you need your sleep too. That’s one of the most important things.” Everleigh hoped that she wasn’t sounding too preachy or anything. “Or maybe you could just shorten your plans and not stay out all night?” she offered, giving a little shrug as she smiled softly. “That might be a good compromise.”

“hey, c’mon. i’m a big girl, you don’t need to look out for me,” harry promised, offering a light smile though appreciative of the concern. she chuckled at the concept of staying out all night. “oh, no. that’s not what i do. i don’t stay out anywhere all night. that’s the opposite of what i do. i’m a gamer, we’re renown for rarely leaving our houses. i don’t sleep because i spend all night gaming and streaming.” as if she’d regularly do something as sociable as staying out all night. “i guess you have a valid point though. the fans will just have to do without me from time to time.”

       ‘    ALWAYS.   ’    he smiled a menacing smile.    ‘  not because i care,    i’m just   what some might call a     violent person.  ’   his hands quickly former air quotes around his words.   that accolade was something eliot was proudly able to claim after the incident in the bar.   he probably shouldn’t be so proud of it.   ‘   your logic is flawless —   what happens when you have to get up for work in the morning though? ’     

“Oh! I know a few of those gamer types… they’re mostly mad…” He looked at her, and then grinned, showing he was teasing. “I mean, I can see getting into it. I’ve done some MMO stuff and single player, but nothing where I’m sitting there all night with a headset on… not unless I am recording voice over lines,” he chuckled.

the grin prompted an eyeroll from the woman, accompanied by a slight chuckle to indicate that her eyeroll had been entirely good-natured. “oh, we are. we’re all mad. you gotta be to do what we do,” harry reasoned, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. “if i like a game, i get pretty hooked on it. a lot of it comes down to what the fans want though, y’know? hence why i ended up pulling an all-nighter to play fortnite. anyway, what about you? what do you get up to when you’re not doing your thing here? i’m a gamer, what are you?”

kit: i'm so sorry!!!!!!!

kit: so. it's kind of along story??? i have a red pair of booty shorts from that one time i did the red shoes and well. i put them in the washer and thought! it'll be fine!

kit: turns out it wasn't

kit: i just wanted to help so you don't have to do my washing and so i don't have to handwash my tights with fairy washing up liquid!!

harry: k, it's fine, chill out. but for future reference, never but colored clothes in the washer with white clothes

harry: that's a guaranteed recipe for disaster right there

harry: seriously, don't worry about it. it's no trouble for me to chuck your washing in at the same time as i'm doing mine.

“Most of the time, my limit is when my feet start shaking. Hands shaking is child’s play, but when it gets to your feet, it’s already spread out all through you.” Not that it was something probably considered even remotely intelligent of a moment to stop, but. He had a tendency for honesty. “Are they keeping you tied up, or did you get too busy on your second gig? Or the first one, depends on how you rank them.”

“alright, that’s a good limit. i can work with that,” harry mused, holding out a hand to see whether or not she was shaking. "i think i’m actually good for now. huh. maybe i can afford a few more coffees before it has too much of a detrimental effect on me.” that was probably a terrible way of looking at it but to be fair, harry had just had three cups of extremely caffeinated coffee; she probably wasn’t thinking logically anyway. “i’ve been super busy here, but i was up all last night streaming on youtube and twitch. gotta give the fans what they want, right?”

harry: why the fuck are my mario pyjamas pink

harry: its supposed to be super mario, not princess peach

harry: how many times do i have to tell you