Kate Gregson (
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Room 324, Tuesday Afternoon
Kate was having a random day of wanting to do useful stuff for once.
... Well, useful by her standards, since she'd started out by painting her nails with dark blue polish. And then she'd had to spend a good long while waiting for it to dry while reading some trashy gossip site online. That was kind of like keeping up with current events, right? Totally useful.
But by now, she'd actually progressed to sorting her laundry while some music played in the background. The mix cd he'd made for Bod way back for his birthday last fall, in fact.
Maybe it was a day to be productive and a bit mushy. And humming along.
[ooc: Door/post is open for any and all visitors, but Bod's thread is chronologically last!]
... Well, useful by her standards, since she'd started out by painting her nails with dark blue polish. And then she'd had to spend a good long while waiting for it to dry while reading some trashy gossip site online. That was kind of like keeping up with current events, right? Totally useful.
But by now, she'd actually progressed to sorting her laundry while some music played in the background. The mix cd he'd made for Bod way back for his birthday last fall, in fact.
Maybe it was a day to be productive and a bit mushy. And humming along.
[ooc: Door/post is open for any and all visitors, but Bod's thread is chronologically last!]
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"-- released to the wild, with no one to tame, you need a shape for your -- oh, hi Bod."
She laughed, a bit embarrassed, as she noticed him there.
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She wasn't performing for free, after all.
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It was... actually a song she'd kind of identified with, at one point in her life. A little weird to think about, now. She swayed her hips a bit to the beat in the instrumental part, anyway, nipping at his lip until the words started again.
"And I wonder how long it will be before I'm sick of her, and I no longer care where she goes or has been, because she's the new thing, she's the new thing, she is the new thing, she's the new thing."
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She rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes, reciting the last bits quitely enough that no one else could've heard them but him right now, because he was close enough.
"With sickness, it ends how it begins: First mine then hers, and then the cycle blurs as my actions reoccur through no fault of my own, through no fault of my own, through no fault of my own; I am the new thing, I am the new thing, I am a new..."
She chuckled as the song ended, went to rest her head against his shoulder. "I'm not doing the next one."
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And she was going to be feeling much, much lighter physically soon enough. But not quite yet.
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Not that she had a whole lot of white clothes.
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And then suddenly, she could no longer see the clothes. In fact, she was having to look up at the bed. Because she was small, and fluffy, and in possession of four paws and a tail.
//...Fandom, you suck.//
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//It's not funny, Bod.//
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//But this is the first week in like two months that I was actually kinda looking forward to going to work tomorrow!//
And she was a chatty cat.
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And occasionally chase her own tail. Sometimes she confused herself for a dog.
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She was good at that as both a cat and a human.