Room 202: Wednesday Afternoon [11/13].

[what_big_teeth]

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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[what_big_teeth]

"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.

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"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?"

[what_big_teeth]

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?"

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“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.