Fifth floor common room, Tuesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was sore, grumpy, and her hair smelled like monkey. She had no idea how she'd managed to get bruised while taking a nap in her room, but somehow, she'd done just that.

Which would be why she was camped out on the couch in the common room, some fluffy kids movie about computer generated animals playing on the TV, eating ice cream.

Normally, she would say it was too cold for ice cream. But see above notes about her soreness, grumpiness, and monkey-smellingness.

[ooc: slow day at work, today. open!]

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[nadiathesaint]

"Look, I really didn't--"

Wait. Her hair smelled like monkey. She had bruises she didn't remember getting. She was sore and tired after taking a nap.

She dropped her head into her hands. "Oh caray."

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

"All coming back to you?" Cassie said.

[nadiathesaint]

She shook her head. "No. What you said. Sleepwalking. I can't fucking believe this."

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, you sleep talk, too," Cassie said.

[nadiathesaint]

". . . so I've heard." Nadia rubbed her forehead. "Look, whatever I said, I'm sorry. I don't remember it, and I'm pretty sure I didn't mean it. I get these screwed up dreams and they mess with my head and I don't know, maybe it has something to do with that."

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Cassie said. "I... I'm sorry for getting angry, now."

[nadiathesaint]

"For the record? I would never say anything nasty and try to deny it, later. And I don't think you kiss robots." Yet.

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

"I don't," Cassie said. "I... kissed someone with robotic armor. Big difference."

[nadiathesaint]

". . . ah."