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Right on cue, there was a knock on the door.

Shifting from one foot to the other, Alrik stared uneasily down the hallway. One hand was shoved deep within the confines of his jean's pocket (which he'd made sure had come straight out of the dryer and not from his bedroom floor). His shirt was hand-picked for the occasion (as in, also coming from the dryer and not his bedroom floor), featuring Freddy Fazbear and the rest of the Five Night's friends. She'd seem to dig horror games, so why not make sure he wore a shirt that she'd dig, right?

When Olga had suggested an Outlander marathon, he'd agreed almost immediately. Not that he knew what Outlander was - because he didn't - but spending the afternoon eating pizza with a girl sounded extremely appealing. What other guy in his class could brag about something like that?

Besides, Outlander sounded sort of badass, when he thought more about the title. Adventurous, outcasty. Clearly, judging by Olga's love for video games, it was a sensible, manly type of show.

Clearing his throat, he readjusted his stance and prepared a smile... that is, until he realized that he probably should have brought something. That's what guests did, right? Flowers, popcorn - something for the get-together.

Crap!

"I was going to bring something, but I got uh..." His words trailed off as she started the brief tour, his eyes glancing around the room as he stepped inside, allowing the pizza guy room to open his satchel and remove the delicious smelling lunch/dinner/lunner?? "...distracted. Time got away from me."

He hadn't been expecting such a posh looking place. Truth be told, he half expected for the walls to be pink and glitter all around, paired with several stuffed versions of fantasy animals, like mermaids and unicorns and the like.

Looking at this room made Olga appear dangerously normal, in comparison. Like an actual adult and super cool at it. She was his age, wasn't she? Where was his apartment - why was he still stuck at his parents' home??

"Nice place." His awe was expressed with brevity, though his literal expression spoke a thousand words. One shoe scuffed along the floor as he turned to watch her set the pizzas down, his stomach growling at the sight of the beautiful boxes. "I take it you've got a job or something, then?"

Sugar and grease: these were the foods he survived on as a teenager.

Eagerly snatching up a paper plate, he put not one, not two, but three slices of pepperoni pizza on his place, each slice slapped on top of the other. Grabbing the soda can in his free hand, he maneuvered himself around towards the couch as he listened to her explanation. Commissions?

"Oh! Your writing!"

He hadn't brought up his failed attempt at storytelling, figuring that some things were just better left unspoken about. But that didn't mean he couldn't get some inspiration from some of her work, right?

"You'll have to show me some of your stuff, sometime. I'd love to read it."

With that, his butt took its place on her couch, one leg crossing over the other to form a makeshift flat surface for his plate to rest on. Pizza, soda and television - what more could a guy ask for?

His expectations for Outlander were thoroughly dashed as the first episode quickly revealed the show's true plot.

Time traveling had not been what he saw coming, nor were the scenes involving... stuff. Like the stuff his sister had no problem writing about and would sometimes force him to read. But reading someone's fanfic in the comfort of your own room was very different than watching what probably should have been considered pornographic while sitting next to a girl he only sort-of-knew on her couch in foreign territory.

He felt himself shift in his chair awkwardly, his cheeks flushing profusely as the scene played out in front of them. Most of the time he could either roll his eyes or walk off when Penny had some whimsical smut playing on the screen but... he wasn't left with many options where he currently sat.

Thankfully, Olga seemed entranced with the show, allowing him to at least experience his uncomfortable state alone as he shoved a slice in his face, busily distracting himself from the embarrassing sounds on the screen. Thankfully, the action in the show was enough to make up for the girly parts and Alrik found himself getting into the plot by the end of the first episode.

Pizza and soda quickly disappeared by the time the fourth episode was on, Alrik by that point now lounging comfortable on the couch, tossing questions over to his Outlander senpai when he found himself confused with any portion.

"Randall's a douche." He snorted, feeling the need to state the obvious.

He looked down at his phone to check the time. It was getting rather late, but....

Glancing back at the screen and then towards Olga, he gave her a sheepish shrug. His shoes had slipped off around the third episode and the teenager had found himself rather comfortable on his hostess's couch. The pizza and soda had long since been devoured, but his interest in what was quickly becoming his new favorite show was far from sated.

"Er... well, did you have something else to do?" One hand idly fell down to scratch his leg absentmindedly. "I don't want to get in your way if you were ready for me to leave..."

If Olga questioned his camping abilities, then she was in for a surprise of a lifetime. Alrik had once spent eighteen solid hours grinding to level 100 on World of Warcraft with only a handful of bathroom and snack breaks and had barely gotten a sore butt from the effort.

Watching television for more than a handful was a piece of cake for his tush, but only if there was something distracting enough to keep him from his precious video games and cell phone. Even now, he barely remembered to check it after each episode for potential text messages....

"I'm not a quitter." Her grin was infectious, the teenager sharing the smile as he resumed his comfortable position on the couch, casually tossing his phone next to his lap as he waited to see what would happen next. "Hit me with what you've got, lady."