After a disastrous back fire to a plan he thought was genius, Fiasco wandered lazily back down to his room, but stops in the middle of the hall when he sees Kayson hovering outside her door.
[Kayson shrugs and starts walking towards him]
Fiasco: [motioning for her to turn around] You need to sleep, you can tell her sorry in the morning.
Kayson: Was more out here for you...
Fiasco: what do you need?
Fiasco: [gently pushes her towards the direction of his room as he passes] come on, lets go talk it out.
[They wander into Fiasco's room and after a few awkward moments of shuffling around the room, they both relax on the bed]
Fiasco: will you do me a favor and try to make it up to her tomorrow?
Fiasco: what's going on?
[Kayson shrugs once more and sinks down into the pillows]
Fiasco: You said you wanted to talk to me...
Kayson: I didn't say I wanted to talk, I just said I was waiting for you.
Fiasco: I have strong morals against sleeping with pregnant prostitutes.
[Kayson smirks lightly before forcing her expression to disgust]
Fiasco: ah! AH! I saw it! I saw the smile!!!!
Kayson: shut up...
Fiasco: So what all happened?
Kayson: I thought you said you could hear it.
Fiasco: I could hear screaming girls, I could not hear actually conversation.
Kayson: As much as I love her,... Seneca has got to be the most liberal person I know.
Fiasco: If you want to abort, then that's none of her business.
Kayson:... then why did you even bring her here?
Fiasco: I thought some [air quoting] "girl time" might help.
Kayson: [stares at fiasco with a sarcastic expression] helped lots.
Fiasco: ok. I'm sorry. I assumed wrong. I have since learned not to assume that you get along great with your friends.
Kayson: I get along with them just a well as I do with you.
Fiasco: that's not good.
Kayson: I love my friends... I love Seneca, I really do. We just... bicker. Girls do that.
Fiasco: /you/ bicker.
Kayson: I'm a girl.
Fiasco: you bicker with me...
Kayson: is this another one of those lessons where you're going to point out that I'm the center of my problem.
Fiasco: it's my favorite game.
Kayson: not tonight...
Fiasco: Serious Kayson is serious.
Kayson: Fiasco.... just... stop.
Fiasco: [sitting up] then talk it out.
Kayson: What do you think I should do?
Fiasco: after how that blew up with Seneca, I'm not saying anything.
Kayson: So you think I should keep it?
Fiasco: I honestly don't care what you do. I just want you to be happy.
Kayson: aaaaw, how cute.
Fiasco: I care about you. I'm sorry.
Kayson: you've known me for like... a month.
Fiasco: and? Tell me you wouldn't try to help me if I was under a lot of stress.
Kayson: You've done a lot for me!
Fiasco: and it's mutual.
Kayson: what in the world have I done for you?
Fiasco: a lot more than you'd credit yourself with.
Kayson: Like what?
Fiasco: You are a constant reminder to me that trying to be the best person I can be isn't selfish.
Kayson: ….. what the hell? [laughs]
Fiasco: I think we're both very similar in that aspect. You and me both are, on the surface, very self centered people, but as I've learned about you, and I'd hope you've noticed about me, we're not that selfish.
Kayson: might not be selfish, but indeed cocky.
Fiasco: and why is that so bad?
Kayson: I didn't say it was bad.
Fiasco: then don't say it with that attitude.
Kayson: [scoffs] whatever.
[several moments silence go by before Fiasco speaks again]
Fiasco: I'd help.
Kayson: shovel me money?
Fiasco: I'd hope I'd be able to offer better help than that.
Kayson: punching bag?
Fiasco: [smiles] am I not already?
Kayson: what do you see happening if I decided to keep it.
Fiasco: … In 8 or 9 month you'd be pushing out a baby and from there, we'd take care of it.
Fiasco: ok fine then, don't trust me.
Kayson: Why do you feel so obligated to this?
Fiasco: I don't.
Kayson: /to me/
Fiasco: I don't.
Kayson: yes you do.
Fiasco: Why can't I just WANT to help you with this?
Kayson: because you have a million other things you could be doing.
Fiasco: I want to do this.
Kayson: bet it's good for your image.
Fiasco: it's good for me.
Kayson: so you want me to keep the baby, so you can raise it... and [obnoxious] become a /man/
Fiasco: do you EVER stop picking on me?
Kayson: why would I want to?
Fiasco: because if we're going to date, it would be a whole lot easier to not be harassing each other constantly.
Kayson: Oh! So we're going to date?!
Fiasco: did I say that?
Kayson: indeed! I believe you did.
Fiasco: So I did!
Kayson: So we're dating.
Fiasco: I guess so.
Kayson: I want a present.
Kayson: well.. boyfriend... get up and go get one.
Fiasco: the only place that is open right now is walmart and seven-eleven
Fiasco: [gets up] fine then, I'll go get you a slushie, what flavor you want?
Kayson: [grabbing his arm] get back here. [laughs]
Fiasco: [falling back on the bed] you know I'm serious.
Kayson: I'd probably barf if I had a slushie right now.
Fiasco: [laughs] about us.
Kayson: only if I keep the baby
Fiasco: you're going to.
Kayson: how do you know?
Fiasco: I just do. [smiles] but I'd stay regardless.
Kayson: I think you're just saying this, because so far everything you've said about me is true, so by saying that, you are making me subconsciously decide to keep it.
Fiasco: I think, you're over thinking it.
Kayson: you're not the one with a fetus.
[Fiasco pokes at kayson's stomach]
Kayson: you're hurting it!
Fiasco: Fetuses don't have feelings.
Kayson: [gasp] Seneca would kill you
Fiasco: not if you don't tell her I said that. [gets up again] come on, off to bed, it's almost 1am at this point, and I'm up at 7 again.
Kayson: pft, you go sleep in my bed.
Fiasco: [rollings his eyes and heading for the door] if you insist.
Kayson: [quickly hopping up] I was joking!! [wanders towards the door] sorry.
Fiasco: Do you want to get up and do breakfast, or should I just let you sleep?
Kayson: I'll be up. Seneca gets up at like 6:30 every morning, she'll continue to bang on my door till I get up.
Fiasco: ok [hugs Kayson close and kisses the top of her head]
Kayson: [sighs and continues sarcastically] we're now officially dating, and you still kiss me like you're my grandma...
Fiasco: [sighs and tips Kayson's head back, lightly kissing her lips] so demanding.
Kayson: [fighting every giddy emotion inside] get used to it.
Fiasco: now, off to bed. [opens the door, and steps to the side]
Kayosn: [pouts] not going to make sure out I'll make it back to my room safe?
Fiasco: … You scare /me/. I would never be worried about you. Now go strut down that hall back to your room like the the strong willed woman you are.
Kayson: I'm not /strutting/ in a tank-top and sleep pants.
Fiasco: [shakes his head] just go... come on, enough games.
Kayson: I'll text you in the morning.
Fiasco: [nods] gnight.
[Kayson turns and walks down back to her room with a slight dance in her step. Fiasco watches, smiling at her, till she's back in her room then shuts his door.]