Room 210, Saturday Morning

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So Ezra hadn't been around much lately. Or the entire last week and a half or so. Boston business. Very boring. Nothing he wanted to get into with anyone. And anyway, he was back now. Fresh from the shower and roaming his room without a shirt on.

(Pants, though. Those he was wearing. You were welcome, random passers-by.)

(Or he was sorry. Depended on each passer-by's individual tastes. No judgment here.)

Time for him to stare into his closet with a thoughtful look on his face for a while. He didn't know what he'd be getting up to today, so how was he supposed to know what shirt to pick? Honestly. Maybe he needed to pick a shirt and let that guide him in picking his activities for the rest of the day.

[ooc: Look who's trying to get back into being around as well as being awake! Open door/post!]

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[sciclone]

Cosima knew a non-answer when she heard one, so she raised an eyebrow slightly but made no further comment.

"I don't think you missed much," she shrugged. "Boys were girls for a while, and there was one weekend where everybody was 40, but apparently that's totally standard around here."

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"I heard about the boys-to-girls thing." He'd entirely missed the other weekend – as in he'd gone to bed one evening and woken up to find a few days had passed – which seemed like it might have had some unfortunate implications. So he wasn't going to say a damn thing about that. "I'm sorry I missed it, it sounds as if it would've been right up my alley."

[sciclone]

"There were definitely a couple more cute girls around than normal," Cosima nodded. "And some of them even managed not to look totally freaked out about it."

Freaking out wasn't a good look on anyone.

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"Please tell me you at least tried to make out with one or two of them."

Ezra, not everyone is you.

[sciclone]

"I don't try to make out with every cute girl I see," Cosima said, rolling her eyes a little. "Why, would you have?"

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"Of course!" Ezra replied, because he had zero per cent shame in his entire body. "I would've tried to do that even if I'd been a girl myself."

[sciclone]

"I bet some of them would have even said yes," Cosima told him, laughing a litte. "Probably some of the regular girls would have, too, even if they didn't usually like girls."

Really, it was hard for her to imagine somebody turning Ezra down without a good reason.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra's little smirk made it seem like he probably agreed with that unspoken assessment. As well as the spoken one.

"Thank you. It seems people appreciate a good thing, sometimes, even if it's not generally their preferred one."

[sciclone]

"I figure just about everyone's at least a little bisexual," Cosima nodded. "And even if you aren't, it's human to be curious. We're a curious species, right? We want to test things out."

[smilestopscars]

"And I'm all for curiosity." Surprising absolutely no one. He was a poster boy for being curious and trying anything that intrigued him. "Speaking of, I think there's something about me you might've been curious about."

[sciclone]

Cosima blinked at him for a second, brain still back on making out, until --

"Right! Yes," she exclaimed. "The fox thing. You're okay just showing it off now?"

[smilestopscars]

"How forward of you," Ezra teased with a smirk. "But yeah, I'm okay. I'm halfway there anyway, clothes-wise."

With the shirtlessness and all. He reached for his belt.

"If you're shy about other people's nudity, now's the time to avert your sensitive eyes."

[sciclone]

"I noticed," Cosima said, going pink. "The shirtlessness, I mean, and ... I'm just going to pretend to be a prude and turn around before I start babbling."

She did precisely that.

[smilestopscars]

"I think babbling's cute." He thought a lot of things were cute when they came from cute people. It was his style. Much as being incredibly swift about taking his pants off was his thing as well. "Okay, here goes."

If she didn't turn around in time, she was going to miss the fluidity and grace of the transformation. One second he was a boy, the next a russet-toned fox on the floor.

[sciclone]

"That's good, because it's kind of my go-to mode," Cosima laughed, and turned around just in time to catch the very end of the transformation, the barest hint of the suggestion of a boy before the fox appeared.

"Oh my goodness you are adorable," she cooed. "That didn't hurt? That kind of thing seems like it should hurt."

[smilestopscars]

Did a little yip convey that it didn't hurt? Because that was about all he had at his disposal right at this moment.

He padded over to her.

[sciclone]

Cosima knelt, then -- on further consideration -- sat cross-legged on the floor.

"C'mere," she said. "I never got to pet a fox before. Do you like sitting on laps?"

[smilestopscars]

Did she remember who she was talking to? He had zero problem hopping onto her lap, or flopping down lazily on it to accept petting.

[sciclone]

Okay then. Cosima shifted a little to get comfortable, then started scritching Ezra under the chin and behind the ears.

"You have really soft fur," she observed, sounding competent happy about this. "So, could you always do this? Like, when you were a baby? Um, yip for yes, whine for no."

[smilestopscars]

He yipped once. Born werefox, you know? He'd never been anything else.

He'd also always liked scritches. So that was good.

[sciclone]

And Cosima liked giving scritches, so that was good too. "And you're smart," she realized. "You understand me, anyhow. Could you read or do math if you wanted?"

She petted him again and said, apologetically, "Sorry for all the questions. Werefox is a new one for me."

[ooc: completely, not competent. Autocorrect was helpful.]

[smilestopscars]

The questions were fine, although he kind of hoped she'd asked them while he was better equipped to actually answer them. Because yipping once for yes, again, really lacked the nuance he would have preferred to communicate.

You know, things like how he didn't bother to do math much in the first place.

[sciclone]

"Probably you could say more about it if I asked when you could, y'know, talk," Cosima admitted. "You can change back whenever. Um, not that you aren't adorable this way."

[smilestopscars]

Had she ever seen a fox preen? Probably not. So she should probably cherish the novelty of that.

And he was going to be nice and not turn back into a human on her lap. he got up lazily and hopped onto the floor, and padded towards where he'd left his clothes, and somewhere between one step and another, he transformed. Dark fox, pale person.

[sciclone]

Pale person, nice ass, and as soon as Cosima realized she was thinking that she looked up and began making an exhaustive study of Ezra's ceiling. It was one thing to know intellectually that bodies were just bodies and nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, and another thing to have a body in front of her.

"So," she told the light fixture, "I wasn't expecting to have you curled up on my lap when I stopped by to say hi. But, totally a nice surprise."