Room 208 of Burton/TheFrog, Tuesday Morning

[inthereflexes]

Jack was not having the best weeks. His roommate was sick, his Little Sibling was a cat, and he had to work today.

Bah.

The only good thing about watching a cat-shaped Lil Sib was that she was warm, at least, when she tried to hog the whole bed.

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[anarchist_queen]

There was still something vaguely cat-like about Leda when she stretched languorously, turning from feline to elfin in mid yawn.

Sadly this would not be the first time she'd woken up naked in someone's bed with no memory of how she'd gotten there.

[inthereflexes]

"Stop hogging the whole bed," a not-quite-awake Jack muttered.

Cats had some sort of physics thing where they could increase their mass depending on the heat source or something, because his Little Sibling was taking up even more of the bed now.

[anarchist_queen]

Leda also was not quite awake. All she knew right at the moment was that she was not alone in the bed. Instincts took over, and she reached and arm around to drape over the boy she'd heard.

[inthereflexes]

"Oh, my." Was he drunk last night? Conked out by some Fandom weirdness?

"...Naomi?" Please ignore the crack in his voice.