Room 220 [Sunday, Early Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Being small and kitty-shaped actually wasn't so bad, once you got used to it.

A week down the line, and Effy had apparently well settled into the feline way of life, staying up all night and happily napping well into the afternoon. Later she'd probably be pissed she'd missed a week in Hawaii, disgusted at some of the things she'd sniffed and/or eaten and probably spend a lot of time glaring at Alex for all the mockery she'd get.

... But right now, dozing in a tightly curled ball on Alex's bed, it didn't seem half bad. Really fucking nice, you might say. Give her a minute to realise the sudden lack of fur was making it a little colder than she'd like, and that opinion might change.

[[Room modded with permission, and for that guy whose bed it is. Or, hey, the roommate too should he be about.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was letting Effy have the run of his bed for the moment because he was content to sit near his window and smoke. He didn't need to give the kitty second hand smoke inhalation. See how nice he was?

When he looked over and noticed the lack of fur and the lack of four legs, he just smirked and waited for her to realize so he could start laughing.