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Pants are Overrated. | Macharias

“Calling that dirty man-cave a room is a generous statement.” She muttered, only half joking as a smile, shielded by the pillow, spread across her face. The irritation of him interrupting her silence had dissipated quickly and now she was just amused, satisfied to have one-upped him. Her hands drew the duvet closer to her body self consciously as she heard him walk across the room and drop her shirt on the chair by her bed. At least he had the common courtesy to keep her shit off the floor. He knew how much she hated that. The bedspring creaked and the pillow dropped from her face, one brown eye peaking open to find Zach climbing into her bed. Meg rolled her eyes, turning on her side to look at him. Her foot shot out and she kicked at his waist, sending him flying onto the floor in a mess of blankets. Giggling, she turned away, hand on her face to suppress her laughs. “Goodnight!”

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His eyes rolled. "It's not a dirty man-cave. You're in there too often cleaning it up for it to be a dirty man-cave," he said, poking her shoulder. When his finger was leaving, it touched her bra strap and it caused his nose to scrunch up. He secretly wiped his finger on the bed between them, wanting to get the gross girl cooties off that came with touching his best friend's bra. He deemed his finger clean again and then moved his arm to rest under his head.

He had just started to get comfortable when he felt himself lose the bed underneath him and all of a sudden he was on the floor. There were pillows and the blanket on top of him. He's pretty sure he broke his hand (okay, not really, it doesn't even hurt that bad but he's gonna pretend it does to Megan) and he has no motivation to get up. "Ow!" he yelled from where he was on the floor, face scrunching. He tried to claw at the bed with his hand that didn't sustain an injury but the laziness from his body didn't let him get a good grip. "My hand hurts," he said after dropping the hand from clawing and moving it around the 'hurt' ones wrist. "Megaaaaaaan."

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It was a rather slow Saturday night. Megan considered going out with her roommate, who was sneaking out to Hogsmeade with her boyfriend and a bunch of his friends, but in the end, the unfinished book on her dresser won and she curled up in bed. The night seemed surprisingly quiet and Meg found herself not constantly interrupted by someone banging on someone else’s door or loud voices traveling down the hall. Maybe she’d even get to go to bed early. Smiling, she closed the book and turned over, covers half way over her head when her dorm door opened. “Oi! Do you ever knock?” She hissed, immediately sitting up and glaring at Zach. Her eyes widened at his choice of attire, cheeks turning red and eyes averting themselves to her patterned duvet. “Did you walk over here without pants on to prove a point?!” She raised an eyebrow at him and made a quick decision to one-up him. “Fine.” She grabbed the hem of her grey tank top and pulled it over her head, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it at him. “Now goodnight.” Grabbing her pillow, she covered her face with it and fell back into her pile of pillows.

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"No," his forehead creased at her question. "You barge into my room too so, shush," he chuckled a little, his arms crossing as he looked at her. His amusement took a higher turn when he saw that she noticed that he was in his sleeping wear. He nodded at her next question, lips pressing together as he did like that was the most obvious question in the world. To Zach, it really was. Of course he walked over here to prove a point. The fact that Megan didn't see this coming was odd to him.

When her shirt hit him, his gaze moved up towards the ceiling that now proved itself to be interesting. He let the shirt hang on him, even grabbing it a little to hoist it better on his shoulder. He knew that a shirt being left on the floor would bother Megan and that his presence was already bothersome enough.

He saw in the corner of his eye that she was lying down which meant that he was able to look without seeing most of her boobs. The shirt was placed on the back of her chair after he walked over to it. Him doing this could be overkill because his abs were nice, but he took the tank top off anyway. He tossed it onto the back of the chair as well before crawling into the bed with Megan. He was too lazy to make his way back to his dorm anyway. Zach made sure there was space between them because he did not want her half naked body against his. "Goodnight, twat."

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Her reaction would be golden in person. It's not like he actually thought she'd toss off her shirt (though, he probably should). He just knew he was crazy enough to do it himself. Without giving one fuck in the world, he exited his dorm in just a white tank and a pair of boxers. He wasn't actually gonna go assless, that would end up being too awkward. But pantless? Hell yeah.

The walk to her dorm was pretty empty, which was kind of surprising since people were usually always in and out of their dorms. But he got away with going all the way to hers without somebody picking up on his outfit. It shouldn't even be that odd for people to walk around in their boxers but most wear robes or pajama tops and bottoms. Zach's a rebel.

He hadn't bothered knocking and instead just let himself right in, closing the door behind him. "Meg," he greeted, looking around to see that her roommate wasn't around. That's probably kind of good.