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[for Layla] Powers Plot
Sep. 16th, 2011 11:35 amMornings in the Hut of M ran along a series of predictable outcomes. Layla usually woke first, for example, followed by Richards, and then, finally, Jamie. Even on those days where he needed to wake up early, whether it be for a class or his rounds for the IPD, he tended to be the last to rise, though given the difficulties he often had falling asleep, perhaps this was somewhat excusable.
This morning, however, Jamie was the first to stir; he'd turned in the middle of night, his back to Layla and his head pillowed on his arm. Richards was tucked in against his stomach, generating enough heat to keep Jamie warm without a blanket, which likely explained why all of the bedding, with the exception of a single sheet, had been shucked over to Layla's side of the bed. With a quiet exhale of dry laughter, Jamie turned, shifting his weight onto his elbows, and began the slow process of getting up, Richards getting the clue he ought to being moving, as well, as he leapt over Jamie and Layla both in an impressive couple of bounds--
Only to stop, abruptly, as he landed on the floor, his doggy gaze locked on the blonde, bushy tail that was peeking out from under the duvet. Teeth bared, a growl escaped his throat, quickly becoming a series of ear-piercing barks. Curious, -- and annoyed -- Jamie sat up to shush the dog, a plan that was immediately derailed once he laid eyes on his newly furry girlfriend. There was no mistaking her for anyone else, after all; even with the ears and the tail, few people were walking around with an M tattooed over their eye. Torn between a confusing mixture of shock, anger, and amusement, he stared at her, mouth open. She almost looked like:
"Squirrel Girl."
This morning, however, Jamie was the first to stir; he'd turned in the middle of night, his back to Layla and his head pillowed on his arm. Richards was tucked in against his stomach, generating enough heat to keep Jamie warm without a blanket, which likely explained why all of the bedding, with the exception of a single sheet, had been shucked over to Layla's side of the bed. With a quiet exhale of dry laughter, Jamie turned, shifting his weight onto his elbows, and began the slow process of getting up, Richards getting the clue he ought to being moving, as well, as he leapt over Jamie and Layla both in an impressive couple of bounds--
Only to stop, abruptly, as he landed on the floor, his doggy gaze locked on the blonde, bushy tail that was peeking out from under the duvet. Teeth bared, a growl escaped his throat, quickly becoming a series of ear-piercing barks. Curious, -- and annoyed -- Jamie sat up to shush the dog, a plan that was immediately derailed once he laid eyes on his newly furry girlfriend. There was no mistaking her for anyone else, after all; even with the ears and the tail, few people were walking around with an M tattooed over their eye. Torn between a confusing mixture of shock, anger, and amusement, he stared at her, mouth open. She almost looked like:
"Squirrel Girl."