whenshewasnice | Room 227, Saturday Morning

So.

This had happened before, so Natalie wasn't all too shocked to wake up not quite herself, physically. Unlike last time, she wasn't freaking out. Quite the opposite. Her immediate reaction was that she wanted to go outside. Be a male stranger for a while.

But before that, she had to solve one major problem: clothes. Sure, Peter's suit was hanging on her closet door but that didn't feel right. She didn't want to deal with the possible bitching if Peter (still asleep on the other bed, as far as she could tell) happened to turn back while he didn't have his clothes ready. A suit didn't feel right otherwise, either. But, almost everything apart from the hoodies in her closet was a little too obviously girl clothes, as she was now realizing while she peered into the closet. If not quite as girly as the kimono-ish robe she'd pulled on over her slightly too-small pajamas upon getting out of bed.

Whatever, she was still alone with two animals, they could deal with her looking a little too broad-shouldered for her clothes.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is meant for Peter first but open after him!]

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There was a bit to be confused about, with the random stranger in the room. Natalie even had a bit of a scruffy beard going on.

She glanced over. "It's just me."

Peter's ears flicked irritably. Yes, he could tell. Give him a moment, okay?

Natalie rolled her eyes and went back to trying to find something suitable in her closet.

Sigh, pants that she knew wouldn't fit right now.

Peter got up to his feet and hopped off the bed, shoving the stupid cat out of the way while he did so.

Being a fox sucked. He decided he'd get some kind of special tablet designed in case this happened again.

Mr. Moxy hissed at him, not for the first time this week.

Actually, it wasn't even enough to get Natalie's attention anymore.

Peter gave that a good fox-roll-of-his-eyes, and leaped up onto the bed...

...where he landed as a decidedly bare-assed human boy. "What th-- ow!"

And that was the headboard.

Okay, that was enough to get another glance out of Natalie. It ws still pretty idle.

"You okay?"

"No, I'm not okay, I was an animal for a week," Peter snapped, groping for some blankets to wrap around his waist.

"'Thank you for making sure I was fed and cared for, Natalie'," she intoned a little dryly, reaching for the hanger with his suit on it. "'You're welcome, Peter.'"

"Where are my pants, Natalie?"

Look, being pragmatic got you points too, right?

Natalie rolled her eyes as she turned to hold out the hanger for him.

"Right here."

"Thanks," he did say this time. Distractedly, though, so it probably didn't count for much.

He reached out to grab them, tugging them on as fast as he humanely could.

It didn't count for much. Natalie couldn't really bring herself to care, though. She'd been expecting much of this. Her attention went back to her closet, where she pulled out a pair of jeans and tried to match them up to her newly different hips.

(See, Topher, this was how you dealt with sudden nudity without screaming or running away.)

Peter looked up long enough to notice what she was doing, and pulled a face. "That's not going to work," he said. "You really lost the hips for it."

"I know," she replied, shoving the jeans back where they belonged. "I never thought my wardrobe was all that girly."

She'd just been fooled by her lack of frilly things.

"I can get you some pants," Peter said, not particularly graciously. "Probably. Unless you're a lot broader than you look."

"I can also ask Jace," Natalie said, which was really neither a yes or a no. She moved her hand to flick her bangs away from her eyes – except she didn't have any right now. "He looks about the same size as me."

"Sure, but it means you'll spend an hour longer looking like some kind of bizarre Byronic tween hybrid," Peter said, groping around until he found the rest of his suit.

"I look fine."

Just flamboyant.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Then sure, don't take me up on my offer," he said, pulling on his shirt. "I'm not going to lay awake at night knowing I've still got an extra pair of casual pants."

"Cue jokes about not knowing you were that desperate for me to get in your pants."

Just think of how flirty that could've sounded coming from just about anyone but Natalie. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes again.

"Fine, bring them."

"You're so kind," Peter said, shucking on his jacket. "Hang on, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

He headed out through the door. Did Natalie have any idea how much email he probably had to catch up on? He was sacrificing time here!

And Natalie had been sacrificing her patience, so as far as she was concerned, they were pretty even.

She picked out a t-shirt and a hoodie while he was gone.

Peter returned about five minutes later, holding a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt just in case she needed it. He cast them both at her bed. "That should see you through the weekend," he said. "Unless you've suddenly developed a taste for fashion."

"I really don't care right now." It'd be a few more years before she cared about fashion at all. Maybe by then she'd have an emergency stash of guy clothes. "Thanks."

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