Room 232, Wednesday Morning

[giveittoyoursister]

There was something oddly freeing about being a kitten. Kittens didn't have a lot of complex emotions, and no one really judged a kitten for being filled with a deep, burning rage at the world. Unless you counted obnoxiously cooing over how cute your expressions of deep, burning rage were.

There was also the discovery that dust motes were also the most amazing thing in the world. Well, second most. Pouncing on dust motes was the actual most amazing thing in the world. Vi was stalking a particularly fascinating one right now, crouched low to the carpet, butt wiggling in anticipation. Picking her moment, she pounced, a graceful apex predator.

...and crashed on the carpet in an awkward pile of naked girl.

[Open to the roomie, if she's around.]

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[outofthequiver]

To be fair, those expressions of deep, burning rage really were overwhelmingly adorable.

But talk about timing! Because of course it would be exactly that moment when Libby came back from the common room to have some breakfast before heading off to her class. That was just how these things worked.

"Oh!" There was a moment of wide-eyed surprise before Libby could chase it away with a blink and a very quick diversion of her eyes toward the ceiling. Thankfully, at least she expected this, thanks to her research into the matter, and, hey, if Vi was going to turn back to herself, thank God it happened here in the safety of their own room rather than somewhere else! "Good! You're back!"