vanillajello | Jelly Bean B2, Friday Morning

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Jelly Bean B2, Friday Morning

Someone was spooning Kate and nuzzling her neck as she woke up. It was a really nice thing to wake up to. Cozy and comfortable. And obviously there was only one person it could be. So, sleepily, and fully expecting to see a pale face and some floppy hair and grey eyes and probably a cute smile, Kate turned her head and opened her eyes, and--

Well. The guy was pale, yes. Really pale, actually. His skin was almost white, not the kind of peachy pink that passed for white skin in general terms. And his hair was floppy, but it was also a little too long. And black. His eyes were kind of black, too. And his clothes.

He was most definitely not Bod. Kate pushed herself up on her elbows, eyes wide. "What the fuck?"

"Good morning, Kate," the guy replied calmly, with a gently amused smile.

"Who are you? And why the fuck are you in my bed?"

The guy kept smiling. Actually, there was something calming about him. Comforting. Familiar. "I usually go where you go," he said. "Except when you think you don't need me - which is totally fine, by the way - and you end up giving me to Bod to prove a point. Take my hand. You look like you need it."

Without even thinking about it, Kate took the guy's hand. It felt right.

And at the same time she understood what he was telling her. Her free hand came up to the top of her chest, reaching for something that wasn't there. And the guy just gave him something that was almost a smirk.

Still holding the necklace's hand, Kate fell back with a frustrated grunt and burrowed her face into the pillow. "Fucking Fandom."

[ooc: Open to cabinmates and visitors and whoever!]

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Bod, who'd been beaten to spooning Kate, was now outside her alcove, knocking on the wall beside it. "Kate? Are you in?"

[Pfft, like I wasn't gonna ping in especially now that I can play at home? AS IF. :D]

... Well. This wasn't a scene Kate wanted him to see, even if it was completely explainable.

"Oh God that's Bod. Get up get up get up," she hissed at the necklace, who obediently scrambled to sit on the edge of her narrow bed. As he did that, she pushed herself up to a sitting position again, still half under her blankets and wearing her pajamas.

Once she had deemed that they looked about as respectable as they could under the circumstances, she called out, "Yeah, I'm here."

Of course, they were still holding hands. She couldn't help it, it was a stressful situation!

[I PREDICTED THIS.]

Bod pushed the curtain back, a greeting on his tongue when he noticed that she had company. He hadn't seen the hand holding yet, already falling over himself for interrupting.

"I'm sorry, you've company already. I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, wincing. "I can come back, if you'd like?"

He was greeted by two smiles. One rather calm one, and another that was slightly more nervous.

"No, it's okay, come in," Kate and her nervous smile said.

The necklace lifted his free hand in the semblance of a wave. "Hello, Bod."

"Hullo," Bod said, raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar person knowing his name. He smiled at Kate but did wander in, closing the curtain behind him. "Hullo to you both, that should be."

Bod couldn't stay blind for too long and he finally spotted the hand holding. "Oh. I think I did interrupt something."

"Huh?" Yeah, Kate didn't know what he was talking about, initially, but it didn't take her long to figure it out. "Oh, no, this is nothing. It's just-- Let go of my hand!"

The last words were of course meant for the necklace, who was still holding on to her hand. After her outburst he let go but raised his eyebrows at her. "You're freaking out. I thought you needed me."

"Well I don't. God." Kate shook her head, then looked at Bod. "This isn't what it looks like."

"I don't know what it looks like," said Bod, frowning a little at her reaction and glancing over at the stranger. Kate apparently knew him but she'd never mentioned anyone like him to Bod before.

"If you'd like to tell me, maybe that will help? I feel like I'm missing something."

Kate was about to say something, but the necklace cut her off. "I once spent about a week in your bedside drawer," he said easily. "Because she said she doesn't need me."

Kate gave the necklace a look. "You're not helping. Bod, he's... He's my necklace. Apparently. I remember Fandom pulling a stunt like this about a year ago, too."

"Your...necklace?" That was a question because he hadn't heard about this particular bit of weirdness. His eyes went down to her chest where her necklace usually was.

There was nothing there. Bod blinked and glanced at the...necklace. "I'm sorry about the bedside drawer but I think Kate would have gotten angry if I'd worn you."

He was apologizing to a human manifestation of her necklace. Weird.

"She wouldn't have. You make her heart beat faster," the necklace replied, leaning back on his hands. "And it wasn't bad in the drawer. It's a pretty common place for a piece of jewelry to be."

Kate was just going to shake her head. "For a piece of jewelry, you're really talky."

"Sorry. I'm not used to having a mouth."

Well, coming from a necklace or not, that was going to make him smile shyly. He couldn't help it, he liked knowing that.

"When did this happen?" asked Bod. "Just recently, I'm guessing?"

[And I am about to head home BUT I WILL BE BACK!]

Edited 2010-07-23 19:15 (UTC)

"Yeah, I just woke up like five minutes ago and he was here," Kate replied, shrugging. "I don't know exactly when it happened...?"

She raised an eyebrow at the necklace, in case he'd know the specifics.

"At dawn, or something like that," he supplied. "I'm not sure how long it'll last."

"Was he watching you sleep?" Bod wondered, glancing over at the necklace as he said that.

"Not the entire time," the necklace said, despite knowing the question wasn't for him. He looked relaxed and calm. (And in Kate's opinion, kind of cool.) "But yes."

Kate merely said, "Hmph." Which wasn't exactly a word, but she wasn't sure whether she should comment on what the necklace had actually been doing.

"Are you all right, Kate?" Bod asked, glancing at her. "A little surprised?"

"More than a little," Kate replied. "But I'm fine."

If the necklace was unconvinced (which, okay, he was) he didn't show it.

"He's very nice, at least," Bod said, smiling at the necklace. "And seems to have your best interest in mind. It could be worse?"

"You could have gotten Monkey instead of me," the necklace chimed in, giving Bod a little smile back. "Think he would've let you sleep?"

Kate glanced at the backpack in question. It was on the floor, next to her school bag. "... Probably not."

"Nothing changed for me but I couldn't even imagine what would if it happened," he said, laughing. "I suppose I can share in your strangeness."

"Are you sure nothing changed for you?" Kate wondered. "Your copy of Robinson Crusoe could be wandering around my dorm room all confused right now."

"If it embodied any of the spirit of Robinson Crusoe, it would come find me," he said, finally moving close to enough to kiss Kate's cheek. "I think you have the weirdness of the day between the two of us."

"Don't I always?" Kate muttered, reaching for a very light, very quick kiss on his lips.

The necklace watched them impassively. Didn't bother him much.

"What are you and your necklace going to do today?" Bod wondered, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "Go on a picnic?"

"We haven't really thought that far ahead," Kate said, glancing at the necklace. "Do you even eat?"

He shrugged. "Probably."

She shrugged too. "So, yeah, picnic, maybe."

"And here I was, only teasing you both," Bod said, snickering. "Is that why you were holding his hand when I came in? Usually, you touch your necklace a lot so in lieu of that, you held his hand?"

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