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En Route From Cabins to Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]

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Eric and his waffle maker were walking away from the dorms; they'd decided to head into town to get some (other) food. Thus, they were perfectly placed to notice the mad dash from the cabin to the dorms.

The waffle maker wolf-whistled, and Eric just laughed. "Lose something?" he called.

Zack made a bit of a squeaking sound as he ground to a halt and pulled his bedsheet up around himself.

Zack's uniform just smiled and waved a pleasant hello.

"Not really," Zack replied. "I know exactly where my clothing is."

And Uniform, there, was going to grin and offer Eric and the waffle-maker both a bow.

"It is a good view, isn't it?" A pause. "And it's so easy to make him blush!"

Turtle was walking. Like you do, from one place to another, but then Turtle found herself stopping, blinking, and then looking back over her shoulder to confirm that she saw what she thought she just saw.

Yup. That was precisely what she thought she just saw.

And she should probably be polite and stop seeing it, buuut...Shock factor. Clearly left her unable. That was it.

"Looks like it goes down all the way, too," Waffle-Maker pointed out, grinning. "Don't suppose you'd take the sheet off and let us check?"

... Okay, yeah, that had Eric facepalming. Although he couldn't say he disagreed.

Zack's uniform simply smiled and waved a pleasant hello as he sauntered on by.

Zack, on the other hand, was several extra shades of red as he realized that there was a slightly larger audience than before. Oh, Ifrit help him...

"Zack, why does this guy have your clothes?" Part of Turtle wasn't sure if she should ask, but she needed a reason to still be standing there and noting that this guy was wearing Zack's clothes. "Want me to kick him in the shins for you?"

It probably wasn't possible for Zack to get much redder, actually.

"I. Uh. No thanks?"

As the uniform sidled up beside him, slinging one arm pleasantly over Zack's bare shoulder, naturally.

"Oh, don't worry, Zack. I'll cover you up. I always do."

Cue more squeaking and flailing. Much more squeaking and flailing.

Zack was bouncing from foot to foot, clutching the bedsheet closer still.

"Turtle! Hi!" Oh, the squeaking. "He kinda is my clothes! Uh. I think?"

Zack's uniform offered Turtle his most pleasant grin from behind that helmet.

"Fandom," he explained simply, shrugging. "Nice place."

Turtle was taking a moment process that. She opened her mouth to say something to Zack, got hit with a nice wave of hi Zack's naked shoulders, and then shifted to distinctly face Zack's clothes.

"Zack's clothes," she said, "why aren't you on Zack's body?"

Dinah blinked as she was heading for the door of the dorms, to head back up to the roof. "Um. Nice... boxers?" she tried weakly, then waved to the new guy behind Zack who she didn't know.

"He took me off last night before he went to bed," the uniform replied, smiling a suave sort of smile. "For some reason, when he woke up this morning, he didn't want to let me cover him up again."

Zack (and his naked shoulders) were flailing somewhat more.

"For obvious reasons!"

Eric slung an arm over his waffle-maker's shoulders. "Looks like they're a bit busy," he said to it, smirking. "Maybe we should leave them alone?"

"I don't know, I'm rather enjoying the show," the waffle-maker retorted.

"You do have a point there."

"They are! Very nice boxers," the new guy replied, waving back pleasantly. "I happen to know that pair intimately. Along with several others."

Excuse Zack. He was going to pull the bedsheet up over his head and try to smother himself to death, now.

"Whoa!" Dinah gaped at the new guy, then Zack, and said, "Wait! I thought you never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend or whatever!"

Give her a minute. It's early yet.

More squeaking. More flailing.

More of the uniform leaning up close to a beet-red Zack.

This was possibly the first time in his life that Zack had been come on to by somebody out of the blue where he wasn't thrilled at the attention.

"They're enjoying the show," the uniform noted. "We shouldn't disappoint, should we?"

"Yes! Yes we should! I'm a big fan of disappointment! Starting right now."

"Well, can't Zack's clothes be nice and take off Zack's clothes so that Zack can have his clothes back?" asked Turtle.

She was only trying to be logical here. Really, considering Zack didn't have Zack's clothes on, she thought she was doing really well.

"Single!" It was about the only reply that Zack could manage from under the bedsheet. "Still really, really single!"

"And a virgin," the uniform offered. "Though I'm certain he'd be more than happy to toss me aside if it meant that he could get himself lai--"

"GAH."

And now we're beyond whoa and into pure flail, because hi, hot guy, and wow, confused, and hey, Zack under a sheet. Dinah gulped, stared, and turned redder than red.

"Nope," Zack's clothes replied pleasantly. "I'm using them right now."

"He's using them right now," Zack echoed, wide-eyed, clinging for dear life to the bedsheet.

"And this is Zack. We all know he's not going to deprive a guy of his clothing. Well. He can have the helmet. This thing doesn't have eyeholes."

The uniform made his merry way over to Dinah and offered her his hand for a shake.

"You've met me before too," he noted, and quite pleasantly.

Zack was trying to melt. Please? Please melt? Melt and not have to deal with this? Ever?

Turtle had her hand covering her face for a moment, because helmet was really not a word she needed to think about right now.

"I take it," she said from behind her hand, "you're on your way to the dorms to get more clothes, then, right?"

"I have?" Dinah squeaked, holding out her hand to shake his, shields up really high. "Um. And you, you know Zack really well, how does that work?" She paused. "Have you been here invisible all this time or something?"

"Aww," said the waffle-maker. "I guess we're not getting a free show, then."

Eric shook his head. "Too bad," he added. "I guess we'll have to see if there's anything exciting going on in town." He tossed off a jaunty wave to Zack and his Uniform. "I'll see you around," he finished.

As they walked away, the waffle-maker couldn't help but add, "Hopefully before you find some clothes.

Squeaking. Squeaking and nodding.

"Yep! I have those. Back in my room. My room in the dorms."

"I have the key," the uniform chimed in helpfully.

"Unless they've turned into people, too. Then I'm doomed."

"I doubt they'd let you undress them, either," Uniform agreed. A beat. "Not that you haven't seen them naked. They usually are."

"Right in front of your face and draped all over him the entire time," came the uniform's pleasant reply. "You know, he has a really nice back. You can't tell from this angle as well, though. I mean, under that bedsheet and all."

Zack was going to never wear clothing again. Except he couldn't do that, either. Oh, this was unfair.

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