room 216 ; monday morning

[necroslacker]

Sam hadn't slept much this weekend. After Saturday's near debacle, he'd been tense and unfocused and saddled with an unfamiliar body that made sleeping even harder than it was for him normally. So, he just hadn't slept. He'd spent time holed up in his room before taking off to the mainland, skateboard in hand. He'd stayed there for awhile, skateboarding until his legs ached.

He'd actually changed back at some point during his journey back to the island. He was himself again, familiar and with clothes that once again fit. Exhaling, he'd continued on back to the island and back to his room

And that's where he was now, fresh from a shower, with clean clothes on. He'd changed the bandages on his hand earlier even though they probably didn't really need them. It was more of a way to keep the wound hidden from certain people.

With all that done, he'd put on a record (something classic rock) and started eating the breakfast he'd picked up on his way back (tofu omelettes). He had class in awhile but he could relax now and try to let all the tension seep from his shoulders.

Slowly.

[Door's closed, post is really for one person and posted early because our schedules are hilariously incompatible lately.]

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[necroslacker]

"I might rise to the occasion and surprise you," Sam said, deciding he could be a little more comforting by leaning down and kissing her cheek. "You don't think I can be surprising?"

[whenshewasnice]

"No, I do think you can be surprising," she relented. "And I guess PB-wise you're all set to be a guy in a suit."

Mm, rich New Yorkers. Mmm, confusing meta commentary.

"Fine, surprise me."

[necroslacker]

Yeah, Sam had no idea what she'd just said to him and he thought about asking but decided against it. He didn't want to make himself look more confused.

"Fine, I will," he decided with a nod. "I will wear a suit and you will be surprised."

He would make it so. He'd just have to remember all this but he'd make it happen if he remembered.

[whenshewasnice]

He was probably going to be on his own with that one. Natalie wasn't one to make too big a deal of her birthday, so it wasn't like he was going to be getting daily reminders or anything.

"If you're wearing a suit," she wondered, "does that mean I should be wearing a dress?"

She didn't have one.

[necroslacker]

"That's up to you," he told her, shrugging a shoulder. "You can wear what you'd like to wear. It'll be your birthday and all."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't own any dresses," she admitted. Not that it should have been a huge surprise when he knew her wardrobe consisted of hoodies and jeans and flat shoes. "We'll see."

[necroslacker]

"We'll see."

Honestly, Sam wasn't going to mind either way. If she wore a dress, he'd like it. If she didn't, he still like it. The point was that he'd like it.

And he showed her that by giving her a light squeeze and kissing the patch of skin behind her ear. See, he could definitely be touchy if he knew it was wanted.

[whenshewasnice]

And Natalie could let herself enjoy that, and allow him to know she was enjoying it. She even sighed, softly.

"Mind if I stay a while?"

The point was to announce her intention of doing that, not to really ask for his permission.

[necroslacker]

"You can stay for as long as you like, yeah," Sam said, nodding and pressing his cheek against her hair again. It was a comfortable and warm position to be in right now.

"Stay for as long as you want," he said quietly.

[whenshewasnice]

"Okay," Natalie sighed, relaxing further against him. Far more relaxed than she'd been when he'd held her as a girl. "I'll stay."

She was glad he was boy-shaped now. But she didn't want to say that, so she said nothing more. Silence was good when it was comfortable.