fandomhighdorms | The Deck; Late Sunday Afternoon.

Chad was still a little bit confused by the lack of usual clothing and the seemingly abundance of tight pants and flowy shirts and bandanas that seemed to have worked his way into his closet, but he'd been here long enough to not worry about it until it had been at least a few days.

He did discover that he didn't like himself in those flowy shirts, though; he liked loose fits, sure, but those were just way too flowy. And he figured, if he was going to be shirtless, he might as well enjoy the sun a little, so he went down to the deck, and lounged a bit.

Because, you know, he needed a tan.

Well, Prince Oscar Pedro could use one. Lathered up with plenty of high SPF sunscreen, the cat lounged with Chad, enjoying the lingering sun of the day. And, yes, he had a nice bandana, too. He didn't even seem to mind. It wasn't nearly as annoying as the sweater, especially since Chad had wrapped it to give his ears freedom.

[[ yeah, like I could live with myself if I didn't use piratical shirtless Chad icon today. Anyway, open ]]

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"Uhh, yeah," Chad answered, after a moment of feeling bad with the realization that he hadn't really noticed this guy before. "Chad. Hi."

"Romeo Montague," Romeo returned, blissfully unaware he had gone unnoticed. "I think the heels in class this week almost prepared me for the change in footwear today." He fidgeted with his lace jabot again. "The clothes need to turn back, don't they?"

Chad shrugged. "I'm just glad I had some wearable pants," he said. "I'm not allowed to go without. But they're not bad. You look..." He paused, to consider his word choices. "Dashing."

Romeo snorted a quick laugh. "I've not gotten that one before, but thank you. You're quite rogueish yourself."

"You in particular aren't allowed to go out without pants, or did you mean one shouldn't?" he asked, biting his lip.

Chad wasn't sure he'd ever gotten that one, either, but he liked it, he decided, so he gave Romeo a thumbs up. "Thanks," he said. "And, well, one shouldn't, really, but I've got a special rule. There've been a few..." He grunted, "incidents in the past. I wasn't myself; that happens around here."

Romeo groaned sympathetically and took a draw on his smoke before answering. "I was a rat-thing once," he told Chad. "I turned back right in the middle of class."

"I was a cup of tea before," Chad offered, not by the way of one-up-manship so much as simply pointing out that the list of different things one could turn into was a long and varied one.

"My boyfriend," he added, "is trying to turn into a chair, but that's just because he's a shapeshifter, not Fandom stuff."

"Inanimate objects," Romeo said, clearly impressed, "get extra points. What was it like, being tea? And why does your boyfriend want to be a chair?"

Chad shrugged. "I didn't ask," he admitted. "Probably just to do it. And being tea was...like being nice and warm and modestly caffeinated. Teddy and Katara wrapped me in saran wrap and put me under the bed to make sure no one drank me."

Romeo tilted his head, considering this. "It sounds dull, but a very nice kind of dull," he decided. "All I remember from my transformation was running around in a plastic hamster ball."

"That sounds...." Chad took a while trying to pick his word again, "tiring. Hopefully you're not claustrophobic."

"Not especially," Romeo said, then considered. "Maybe. My girlfriend said I spent a great deal of time running into walls; perhaps I was trying to escape. I can't remember it that well."

"Or maybe your senses were just off," Chad offered. "That can happen when you turn into things. Just ask Teddy. And I know mine were way off this weekend when I was Kaylee."

There was a thoughtful sort of pause.

"...I've turned into way too many things," he decided.

"I've turned into ... one thing and one other person," Romeo said, hoping he hadn't forgotten anything and aware how very odd it was he could forget. "The person robbed me blind, so that was worse."

"But that's since January. How long have you been here? If you've been here longer, by rights you should have been more things."

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"Been here almost two years now," Chad said with a slight nod. "So, yeah, I've got a lot more to work with."

The Deck; Late Sunday Afternoon.

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