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Room 202: Wednesday Afternoon [11/13].

Kamala had been a sloth long enough that it was slightly concerning, but also, since Eleanor knew how these things tended to work around here, increasingly more dangerous to actually bring Kamala around with her to public places and things like their shared classes. It was one of those things were she was at that point of turning back at literally any minute. The last time this had happened, Eleanor had left to go to class, swung by the store to pick up Squishies and some food, and, while she was out, Kamala had conveniently changed back, 'stolen' one of her Shenanigans shirts, and all was well in the world.

It was probably a bit optimistic of her, then, that she was hoping the same would happen again, and she'd come back to her room to find Kamala back to herself and having raided her closet once more.

She tried not to sigh with her disappointment when she opened the door to find that Kamala was, indeed, still a sloth, and then she tried to smile and be encouraging and positive.

"Still slothing it up, huh?" she asked. "I guess that makes sense; everything's a bit slower when you're like this, right? Well, either way, I brought some food and a Squishy." She set both of them down on the floor before going over to pry Kamala from where she'd been hanging to set her down with them, too. "We can have lunch and I'll tell you about what you missed in class."

[[ for the slothified girlfriend first and foremost, though open after all of that probably! ]]

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The funny thing about transforming? Tends to happen at awkward times. Like say when the girlfriend is taking you off your perch and suddenly BOOM! You’re a person.

Like right now. All of a sudden? Boom! There was Kamala, sans clothes, in front of Eleanor and looking very off balance. Kamala’s eyes blinked a few times before realizing where she was and then more importantly what she wasn’t wearing.

“AAAHH!”

There Kamala was. Suddenly on her feet, and her hands trying to cover up things that haven’t been seen before.

“Uh…”

She managed to give El an awkward smile.

“Hi!”

Eleanor had heard plenty of stories of these transformations occurring, her family was filled with werewolves who had no problem shifting from human to wolf and back again in front of her, and she'd gone to an all-girls school where they were pretty cavalier about changing in front of each other...well, a lot less so around Eleanor after what happened with Lucy, but that was not the point...the point was, even with all those things and the knowledge that Kamala would be changing back (hopefully) eventually and probably soon....

That? Was still incredibly jarring, and Eleanor's mind was reeling a little to shift her reality from having a girlfriend who was a sloth back to having a girlfriend who was herself again.

"Oh!"

Eleanor wished she could blame her surprise on the fact that she didn't look away immediately, but she knew better, but once she acknowledged that, she did look away. Even better, she turned away and shut her eyes and covered them with her hand as if to be extra cautious about invading Kamala's privacy or giving into her own temptation. Her other hand waved vaguely to some of the clothes she'd set out in preparation for exactly this happening.

"Hi! You're back! I...sorry! I guess I....maybe I should have taken longer at the store!"

Oh, Ellie. You knew it didn't really work like that...

“What? No, no, no! This isn’t your fault,” Kamala said looking over at the clothes. “I’m the one who turned into a sloth. Again.”

Kamala then let out a groan. “Right in the middle of homecoming. God. I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”

But now Kamala had noticed the Squishy and she was now stuck in a battle between her modesty and putting on clothes or grabbing the Squishy.

So many important decisions right now.

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Would it help to know that Eleanor would be willing to stand like that, back turned, eyes closed and covered, for a million years if she needed to? Especially if it wouldn't even take that long for her to at least savor in the experience of getting to enjoy a Squishy with human taste buds again?

Because Eleanor was absolutely still standing exactly like that, although a million years did seem, once again, incredibly optimistic of her. Even as she stood there for a faction of that time, she resolved not to move barely a muscle, because as time ticked on, she realized it was going to be harder to combat her curiosity.

Or even just to urge to check that Kamala was even okay...

"You didn't," Eleanor insisted. "You really didn't. Homecoming was..." She trailed off a little wistfully, replaying the scene of them dancing together in her head again, before the slothening had occurred, "...wonderful." She still kept her eyes closed, but her hand fell away to her side as she let out a soft breath of a laugh. "Maybe that's why you turned when you did. The universe couldn't have it being too perfect, you know?"

Not if she was involved! Something had to go wrong, and if something was going to go wrong regardless, at least it was something as innocuous as that.

The urge to turn around struck her again; she quickly squashed it back down.

Well, if she had turned around she would have found Kamala, still naked and sipping a Squishy because that Red Dye #5 was addictive. It was just a quick sip though.

"Look, I’m not sure the universe cares that much about our perfect moment," Kamala said, setting the drink down. "I just hate that we didn’t get to finish that dance. Or go on that walk after the dance. Or… you know, anything where I wasn’t a furry thing for however long that lasted."

She started slipping into the clothes Eleanor had set aside, turning her back as she dressed. "Oh, God. How long was I a sloth? What day is it?"

Curse her sense of morality and common decency, because what a vision that would have been!

"It's Wednesday," Eleanor explained, because thinking about basic facts was simple and easier to think about that missed opportunities for perfect evenings, "the thirteenth. So you've been a sloth for a while." Her faint grin went a little wry. "If you've have stuck on for longer, you could have made it a full two weeks."

And at that point, Eleanor would have been officially worried.

And since she could hear the shifting of clothes, she dared to open her eyes and peek over her shoulder a little.

"I'm so glad you're back now."

At this point she'd probably catch a glimpse of Kamala pulling on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing her shirt. "I am too," she said with a sigh. "And I promise I'll make up for all the time you and Arden had to look after me."

She looked over her shoulder to see if she could get a little glimpse at Eleanor. "Maybe this week we could go out? Or anything else if you have something in mind?" she offered.

At this point she'd probably catch a glimpse of Eleanor sharply turning her head away again, not exactly the moment she realized that Kamala was still working on getting dressed, but soon enough after that her face hadn't completely filled with a blush at realizing that she should look away yet.

"You don't have to make it up to us at all," she pointed out. "Well, I can't speak for Arden, obviously, but I don't really see her insisting on payback, either. You know we're both happy to help."

There was a small pause before she added, far too sheepishly for how long they'd been together, "But going out this week would be pretty nice. I love hanging out with you no matter what you are, but you are a much better conversationalist like this." There was a small smile, some of the sheepishness already melting, but still lingering. "I missed the sound of your voice."

It was too bad Eleanor had turned away; she missed the playful smirk on Kamala’s face.

Kamala finished tugging on her shirt and then padded over, slipping her arms around Eleanor’s waist from behind. “Well, as cool as being a sloth was, I’d much rather wrap myself around you like this,” she murmured softly into Eleanor’s ear then planting a quick, warm kiss on her cheek. “And as far as I’m concerned, we can talk all you want today… or until someone forces us to be somewhere else.”

There was just the slightest, briefest startled as Kamala came up and wrapped amher arms around her, but it melted even more quickly than her awkward embarrassment had, just as she sort of melted back into that embrace.

Could they maybe just stay here all day? Just like this. Eleanor wouldn be more than okay with that option.

She rested her hands on Kamala's and turned her head over her shoulder for another kiss, this one decidedly not just on her cheek, either.

"You already missed class," she said, "but you didn't miss much. We went to Kansas. For the world's biggest ball of twine. But I took pictures to show you."

She sort of figured that Kamala could make even a giant valley of twine fun and exciting.

"But that also means we shouldn't have anywhere else we need to be."

"Sounds like the start of a perfect day to me," Kamala murmured, snuggling closer and breathing in everything that was Eleanor. "And I think I'll pass on the giant ball of twine. You've seen one ball, you've seen 'em all." She gave a soft chuckle, then added, "Anything else spectacular I missed? From what I can hazily remember, it was a pretty quiet week."

"No," Eleanor agreed, with a small sigh of contentment over just how nice this was; sloth cuddles were alright, but this was exponentially so much better, "it was pretty quiet. You picked a good time to be a sloth. But I didn't really get out much myself. No big gremlin uprisings or unexpected raining literal cats and dogs or anything like that....that I noticed, anyway."

"Those things typically gain attention," Kamala laughed. "At least there is that."

She paused a second before reluctantly letting go Eleanor so she could take a step back and gave her girlfriend a little tug on her hand so they could face each other. "Now... there is at least one thing I'd like to do right now if you wouldn't mind?"

Eleanor turned around easily enough, facing Kamala now and reaching for her other hand as well, but the place her eyes went to almost immediately was the place where she left the Squishies.

So not that, since it looked like Kamala had already managed that while getting dressed, apparently! Which was honestly impressive.

There was a little musing on what else it could be,before she grinned faintly and nodded. "Yeah, of course. Whatever you want, Kam."

Kamala smiled, letting go of Eleanor’s hands and holding up a finger in a playful "just a moment" gesture before rummaging through the things Eleanor had recovered from the dance. It took a second, but... aha, there it was. Her phone.

She tapped the screen a few times and slow music started to play. She turned to Eleanor with a smile, holding out her hand. “What I’d really like to do,” she said softly, “is finish that dance with you.”

With her other hand, she summoned tiny bits of her hard light, tossing it gently into the air. Soft, glowing pinks and purples shimmered above them giving a nice ambiance to the room

That hadn't been where Eleanor's mind had taken her, as far as her guesses went, but she had to admit, this was even better, and she had to laugh once it was all revealed. Laugh, and feel this outpouring of love and admiration and fondness as she took a moment to appreciate the mood that the lights and the music were setting as she took Kamala's hand again and stepped in closer, with her arm going to wrap around her waist.

"I think that's a great idea," she said, and then did what she wanted to do most now, which was kiss Kamala, soft and lingering, before letting the music start to sway them.

And that kiss probably lingered a little longer into when the swaying started. Kamala’s arms loosely wrapped around Eleanor as the kiss now went to her cheek and then a brief one on the neck before her head finally snuggled into Eleanor’s shoulder.

“See? Perfect moment. No sudden transformation,” she murmured.

"If I turn into something in about five minutes," Eleanor murmured back, into Kamala's hair, where she just breathed in the scent of her finally coming out from the smell of sloth she'd been contending with for the better part of the last week or so, although, really, that kiss on the neck was lingering in her mind even more strongly, "then I am blaming you entirely."

"And... I will take that blame and own it," Kamala chuckled, pulling her head back to look at Eleanor. "And I will take such good care of you. Unlimited Squishies. Constant snuggles. Whatever you need."

"That actually sounds pretty nice," Eleanor admitted, pulling back a little herself to better grin back at Kamala. "Maybe I should try and turn into an animal after all."

And just getting to see her face again was so nice. As cute as she was as a sloth, she just loved this face so much. And it was definitely much more kissable, as she was proving now because she had to kiss her again.

"I think you're safe, though," she then said. "I've never been able to pull that off."

She did sort of wonder, though, if Fandom ever did weave its magic on her in that way, what would she turn into?

She was more than fine with never finding that out.

"Oh, then I guess I'll just need to take care of this human shaped version of you," Kamala teased as she started to rub Eleanor's back. "I'll make sure you get surrounded by plenty of plant life. Take you to the ocean for plenty of swim time. Cook up a bunch of steak for you. Then I'll read a bunch of T.S. Eliot poems while you're all snuggled up and tucked into bed. Does that sound like the proper care plan for an Eleanor Zarrin?"

Eleanor closed her eyes with a soft hum of appreciation when Kamala started to rub her back, tilting her head slightly. It wasn't fair, how she could go and take something already so nice and somehow make it even better. Her own fingers started to sort of play a little with the ends of Kamala's hair.

"Throw in a nice cup of tea in there somewhere," she suggested, "and then it would be just about as perfect as this dance right now." She then let out a small laugh. "Here you are, just coming back from a hard week as a sloth, and you're talking about taking care of me. Pretty sure I should be the one tucking you in with comic books and superhero movies and Squishies and a good gyro, right?"

“Uh, I’d hardly call my week hard,” Kamala said laughing along with her. “I mean I felt like everything was in slow motion and… I just remember being well taken care of.”

Her tone was affectionate and full of gratitude but Kamala realized that might not be enough so she leaned in to give Eleanor the soft and and tender kiss she deserved.

“Thank you for that.”

Sorry, Arden. You’re not getting this kind of thank you.

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