Room 323 [Friday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

With class over for the week, and spring break right there, Effy was right about thinking she'd start on her weekend. Maybe go out, find some of her own fun. It'd been a while.

It was always at moments when you made a decision like that, that life decided to screw you over in the most irritating ways. For most people in most places this came in the form of finding the clubs you wanted to go to were closed, or the buses weren't running... Maybe you got ill. In Effy's case, slightly less mundane. Trouble with this island was that is was never mundane, and finding yourself fur-covered and a fraction of the size you were used to wasn't a one-off occurrence. Unfortunately.

The end of the week, after classes, and right before a full week that could've been spent in Hawaii. Fucking typical.

If a cat could scowl and roll her eyes in frustration, that's what she'd be doing right now. There went her plans.

[[Door's cracked, if you happen to want to see a kitty. Fair warning, she likes her claws.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex hadn't planned on going to Hawaii so he thought he'd check in with Effy to see if she was in case he had to say goodbye for the week. When he knocked and got no answer, he pushed open the door and found...a kitten.

When realization hit him, he started to laugh. He couldn't help it, it was funny.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Wanker.

It was a shame any attempt to vocalise that thought came out in an adorable chirping mew, which didn't really convey the irritation she might've hoped it would.

Whatever, she picked herself up and stretched, appearing to try to turn it more to nonchalance.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're a cat, Effy," he said because he recognized those eyes and that fur. And maybe making the obvious observation was funny to him. "Had your tuna fish yet?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

No, she hadn't, and normally this really wouldn't have bothered her at all, but with current instincts her ears might've perked up a little as she padded over to wind around his ankles.

That did sound a little tempting. What were the chances he had some, having mentioned it?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex smirked and reached down to heft her up in his arms carefully. "You actually want some tuna fish? Or are you just being affectionate with me right now?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

A little of both, perhaps? Attention and tuna sort of vied for poll position as a cat.

So maybe she'd knead her paws against his chest while he thought about if it could actually supply the tuna fish he'd mentioned. Tiny little claws? Mostly sheathed. Mostly. She couldn't help it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You gonna stick around your room if I leave and try to dig up some tuna in the common room?" Alex asked, wandering over to her bed. "Maybe take a nap or something?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

Or maybe she'd try to climb her way up to his shoulders to get a better view, and decide to kitty nap in a few minutes, when that had lost its interest a little.

... Second one first, because she was awkward. As usual.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"...right," Alex said, letting her do what she wanted but amused nonetheless. "We'll stay in here for the time being. And then find food."

Alex was not going to risk her claws getting dug in and embedded in his neck, thank you. They could just chill in her room and relax.