whenshewasnice: ([plot] Boy: Riiight.)
Envy Adams ([personal profile] whenshewasnice) wrote2013-01-26 05:33 pm

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!]
lockestheway: (peter: i have a cunning plan)

[personal profile] lockestheway 2013-01-26 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"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!
lockestheway: (peter: everything under control)

[personal profile] lockestheway 2013-01-26 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
lockestheway: (peter: pressed against the glass)

[personal profile] lockestheway 2013-01-26 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't mention it," Peter said, making a magnanimous sort of gesture that didn't quite cover what he'd done.

"And you," he added, pointing at the cat, "Don't mention anything to me at all."

With that, he turned around and attempted to make a dramatic exit.