Room 216, Saturday Morning

[omgnochecksyet]

Uuugh, morning. Years of training meant Eric was capable of waking up at the buttcrack of dawn, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He certainly wasn't one to wake up early on purpose if he didn't have to, especially on a Saturday. So he was doing his best to fight off that whole return-to-consciousness thing and drift back off to sleep, except it was really hard to get comfortable. And also something kept tugging on his hair?

"Waddles, stoppit," he mumbled, waving one hand to shoo away what he figured was the most likely culprit. Except that just made the tugging worse. "Ow!"

Wait. Eric was well aware that he could make his voice go pretty high when circumstances called for it, but this was... this didn't seem right. Nor did a number of other things. He stumbled out of bed and headed for the nearest reflective surface.

"What in the ever-lovin' hell?"

[ooc: for the roomie, or anyone inclined to knock! may be some sp later as i'm off to pride.]

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[omgnochecksyet]

"Girlfriend?" Yeah, that was a little bit of a nose-wrinkle right there. "No, no, it's me, it's Eric. I just woke up all-" he gestured down at himself. "This is totally one of those things."

[rhymeswithtable.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh." Mabel nodded as though this was the most natural thing in the world, and then grinned. Not quite wickedly, but it was a close thing. "Are you going to need clothes to last until this goes away?"

HER SHOPPING SENSES WERE TINGLING.

[omgnochecksyet]

"Yes, please," Eric said, and almost-wicked-grin or not, he was relieved to have some backup here.

[rhymeswithtable.livejournal.com]

See, Mabel would be willing to help Eric out no matter if he was a boy, a girl, a child, a small animal...

She'd have to evaluate triangles on a case-by-case basis, though. And gnomes.

"Well, then here," she chirped, moving for her dresser. "You're on your own for underwear, at least until we can go shopping for something for you to wear. But I have a skirt that might fit you, and this sweater should be okay..."

She was rummaging now. Rummaging so much.

"... You might need a bra. We might need to get creative, there."

[omgnochecksyet]

"Ughhhh, but those are so expensive," Eric made a face. No, he'd never needed one before, but he'd had plenty of friends who were girls, and had heard their woes regarding this at length. "And this is- this is like, super temporary, right?"

[rhymeswithtable.livejournal.com]

"Probably," Mabel allowed. "I mean, I haven't been here for one of these things before, but when everyone got old, that only lasted a weekend."

A beat.

"But it's something that happens often enough that people were warning us about it on our first day, too. So it might be worth the money orrrr I could probably knit you one!"

It would be a sports bra, for the record, because Mabel wasn't going to measure your cup size, Eric.