Hallway 5th floor, 8:00 and hopefully they get outside

Yes, Cam is an obnoxious morning person. Although lately he seems to have given up getting up at 6:00. Still, there's a definite bounce happening as he knocks on the door to room 504.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly groaned at the knocking. "Furball? Did Nadia teach you how to open doors at all?" she muttered to the cat who just looked at her.

"G'way!" She said louder.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly dragged herself out of bed and over to the door. She looked up at Cam sleepily when she opened it. "It can't be eight am yet," she whined. "My alarm hasn't gone off yet." The alarm started to buzz on the bedside table.

With a much put upon sigh, Molly wordlessly walked back over to her bed and shut it off.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly picked up Furball and sat down on the bed with a sigh. "I'm so sleepy I can't remember what I'm trying to prove." She yawned widely and waved him back toward the door. "Go away and come back at a real time," she finally said.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly pouted at him while she petted the cat. "You're not going to go away, are you?"

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You," she said with another yawn.

Molly held up the cat to show Cam. "This is Furrball. He is Nadia's cat. I'm watching him while she is on the class trip."

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"To let me sleep more!" Molly said exasperated. "Augh!"

She stood up and shoved Furrball into his arms. "Here, take the cat out in the hall and play with him while I get dressed. I might as well since you're making me wake up enough to think."

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly pushed on his back to get him out the door faster. "I'm sure I'd miss you if you left for good, but right now, this morning, I just wanted you to leave me to sleep. But, you're obviously not going to do that either so just play with the cat for ten minutes while I change." She shut the door with a grumble once he was out in the hallway.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ten minutes later, Molly opened the door with a sigh. She was wearing clothes appropriate for running on a chilly morning and an extra thick hat.

"So how far are we going to run anyway?" she asked as she took Furrball back from Cam. She dropped the cat back in her room and shut the door behind her.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"That doesn't sound so bad," she conceded. Molly gave him a shifty glance. "Are we jogging or are we racing?" she asked casually.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked mildly horrified at the thought of racing that far. "Oh, no. Not to Serenity Cove. And I was just asking which we were doing," she said with a shrug. "You know, so I know how to pace myself." She gave him another sideways glance.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were the one who was complaining that I was too small to be so fast," Molly pointed out as she walked toward the main staircase. "Soooo, let's race!" she said and took off running for the stairs.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hahaha. You're just trying to get me to slow down so you can catch up," Molly said as she reached the stairs and started down. She was careful as she went down though, just because she didn't want Cam to worry and not watch his own footing.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly squeaked as Cam landed almost right beside her. She put an extra burst of speed as she headed for the front door.

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