The trip was over, and Natalie was feeling it. She'd retrieved Mr. Moxy, she'd unpacked her things, she'd looked over her stuff in the common room kitchen and made a list of what she needed to get from Turtle and Canary soon. She was back in her usual attire of hoodie and jeans, and the dress she'd bought and worn in Turkey was already hanging in the closet. She wasn't sure she'd ever wear it again.

She'd even already called her parents to check in about mundane things. (Her mother had asked about graduation for scheduling purposes; her father had asked whether she'd bought any music in Turkey.) Everything was back to normal, and she didn't feel like the trip had left her feeling particularly refreshed or recharged. She mostly just felt like she needed a hug.

But Mr. Moxy curling up next to her on the bed when she sat down to read her Japanese textbook was going to have to do.

[ooc: Open door/post.]