fandomhighdorms | 2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

So, guess you couldn't leave Peter alone for too long. Or maybe he was feeling particularly frustrated with his foxness today. Natalie didn't know. What she did know was that she'd come back from her visit to Clint's office and found her desk in disarray, and Mr. Moxy hissing at Peter like he'd really crossed some kind of line by messing up Natalie's workspace.

She'd left the cat in the room and ushered the fox out into the hallway with her. She'd been meaning to go for a snack, anyway. "It was because I took the laptop with me, wasn't it?" she asked, as they were entering the common room. "Already told you you can't use it, anyway."

Peter the fox seemed to give her an indignant look.

"What?" she asked. "You'd just scratch it. We've been over this. You don't even have your own independent narrative." Too bad foxes couldn't roll their eyes all that well, though she got the message. "And don't give me that look, I know you don't. So, there's nothing you can or should be doing on a computer right now."

Was that a whine?

"You're a fox. Deal with it."

She was going to get them some cereal right now. And yes, newbies, arguing with animals was a thing that occasionally happened in this town. In case you hadn't figured that out yet.

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"Hey, Natalie," Topher said, waving idly at her on his way to the fridge. "Hey, Peter."

He'd met fox!Peter before. It was a thing.

Natalie raised an eyebrow at him a bit, but she wasn't that surprised he could identify foxes that easily. "Hello, Topher."

Peter, understandably, said nothing.

Well, it was partly a knowledge of foxes and partly a logical guess that there probably weren't that many other foxes hanging around in the dorms. Plus, Natalie seemed more the cat-lady type than someone who would choose to keep a fox as a pet.

...Sorry, Natalie.

"Babysitting?" he guessed, hopping up onto the counter with a Mountain Dew. "He eats wires, you know."

What was the point in going "sorry, Natalie" when she had a cat as a pet, though? Foxes were for people from medieval-type worlds, anyway.

"He messes up desks," she replied dryly, with a glance down at Peter who looked like there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. "It's not as charming as he thinks."

Because cats were terrifying and for weird people, duh.

"He's probably just technology-deprived," Topher said sagely. "Maybe get him a book or something and flip the pages for him to tide him over."

"I honestly don't think I could find a book he'd be interested in," Natalie replied, reaching into a cupboard. "And I'm already keepinng an eye on his work. No one helped me read when I was a snake."

"Because snakes are creepy," Topher said."You know the last time Peter was a fox, he got paintballed?"

And it had been hilarious, yes.

Peter didn't look like he thought so.

"Well, that's not happening this time," Natalie drawled. "But I can't guarantee my cat won't scratch him."

Well, that raised an important question. "Think Peter would win in a fight against it?"

Ahahaha. Ha.

"No."

Good thing she was immune to fox scowling by now.

"Me neither." Topher grinned. "And not when he's a fox, either."

Topher thought he was hilarious.

Natalie just gave him a look that asked 'really? you had to say that?'

"Very amusing, Topher."

"Thank you, I thought so," he replied. "I'm here all week."

...

"Actually I might be going to the mainland on Sunday," he amended. "Scratch that."

Natalie just suppressed an eyeroll-and-sigh combo, crouching down to set a plate in front of Peter.

He had short fox legs, he could just deal with eating at floor level.

Topher peered over to watch this, because he was a weirdo. "So... what's your transformation plan?" he inquired. "For when he, you know."

He gestured to indicate 'transforms from a fox back to a human without clothes on.' It was a pretty vague gesture.

Natalie knew what he was referring to, though, because she was sensible like that, and had thought about it.

"I have one of his suits in my room," she shrugged, "and am hoping for the best."

Topher nodded. "So you're gonna throw it at him, shriek, and run away?"

That wasn't even remotely sarcastic or teasing. That was genuinely the best plan he could think of.

Natalie blinked at that.

"I'm not you, Topher," was the best response she could come up with. Because there were very few situations where she saw herself likely to either shriek or run away.

And sudden naked teen politicians in her general vicinity wasn't one of those situations.

"Well, duh," Topher said. "You should be so lucky."

Charming.

"To feel the need to run screaming from a naked boy?"

Yeah, somehow Natalie wasn't following his reasoning.

"Just to be me in general," Topher clarified. "I'll admit that isn't the most kickass part, but..."

"And what is the kickass part?"

Even Peter looked up at that question.

"My brain, obviously." OBVIOUSLY. "Though I will admit that it'd be cool to have your..." Think fast, Topher! "...meta superpower."

That wasn't even a lie!

"It's not a superpower." Well, it wasn't. And most of the time, these days, it just served to make it clear to her that she wasn't home. "Thank you for implying I'm stupid, though."

So dry.

"Not stupid, just somewhere between average and way, way above average!" Topher was the nicest ever. "You should see that for the compliment that it is."

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