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With his long legs drawn up under him in a way that probably looked a lot less comfortable than it was Colin sat on his bed listening to music and chatting, fingers tapping out a near silent tattoo as they flew over the keys. He didn’t often have the time to play WoW, spend time on forums or much of anything else with how much of his life was devoted to dancing (it had only gotten worse as he’d become more of an adult.) Hell, he hadn’t really had time to mess around on the internet for years by now because he’d realized long ago that if he wanted to do something he’d have to stop doing something else.

There was no contest between dancing or spending time with Björn and slaughtering digital creatures and there hadn’t been since Hillworth. He’d gamed quite a bit before he’d hit high school, even with his dancing, but that had changed. Still, Colin had managed to keep in touch with some of his old friends…it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to e-mail or anything like that! He was pretty good about checking his mail once a day (usually via his phone) and responding within the week - immediately if something seemed important - but chatting was usually not an option.

But he’d had a busy week, with the Charity dance and job hunting, so he was going to take an evening and relax some. He might have thought about texting Björn, but knew that he wasn't comfortable doing so due to the small nature of cell phone buttons and the size of his hands, so that was out.

Perhaps it was partially because of bumping into Paris at the event, but he wanted to talk to someone. Seeing Paris (honestly, it felt so much more natural to think of Paris as a girl than it ever had to think of her as a boy) had been wonderful; they hadn’t known each other well while attending Hillworth, but had danced together once or twice and Colin had always respected Paris as a dancer. He’d also tried his best to ignore the rumors that went around about the other boy - that he was easy, a quick lay…all sorts of nasty things that might or might not have been true, but didn’t need to be said. It wasn’t anyone’s business if Paris got a little action!

Finding out that not only was she well, a she (with breasts! He’d felt like a bit of a heel pointing them out but he’d been so thrilled for Paris…and she’d seemed to appreciate his attention since it was mostly respectful and excited) but that she was married had really thrown him for a loop. A good loop, but a loop. They’d talked for quite a while before exchanging phone numbers and e-mail addresses, then talked a bit more about getting together so he could show her the tapes from his time in Battlesea.

Colin tapped a message out to one of his longtime friends, someone he did try to chat with once and a while - they e-mailed quite often and she was up-to-date with most of his life.



He rubbed at the back of his neck before lifting his laptop and setting to one side so that he could stretch his legs out; talking to Hel (he really wasn’t certain what her name was, honestly - she’d always said to call her Hel) was always interesting, if odd. It sometimes felt like there were two Hels - the literate, thoughtful one that he e-mailed often…and the crazy chat-speak using pervert he talked to on messengers.

Oh well, she was an old internet friend and they’d met a few times in real life too (at conventions) and they’d even sort-of dated for a while before deciding, mutually, that they were just better as friends. The fact that he was obsessed with Star Trek and dance while she was obsessed with online video games and slash kind of made it hard to connect too; in a friend those sorts of differences could be interesting conversation points…in a serious relationship they just meant they were never on the same wavelength.

Pursing his lips a bit he glanced at the clock and then around his semi-boxed up room. It wasn’t that late but maybe he should try packing a few things instead of fooling around online, then get to bed. Colin flexed his toes and hummed a bit while waffling over what to do until another screen name popped up and made the decision for him. He really didn’t want to end up talking to Nicole, and he would. Because he was nice like that. A flick of his fingers across the touchpad and he was signed out and pushing himself off his bed. Might as well pack the rest of his movies and books, right?

Right.