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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"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."

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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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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

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

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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.]

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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"No one expects it, yet so many get it anyway," Ezra quipped, pulling his pants back on. Maybe he'd even progress all the way to a shirt this time! "What can I say? I'm a giver."

No need to make that sound like innuendo. Oh well, he did it anyway.

"And to elaborate on an earlier answer, yes, I could do math. I can make use of any brain function I usually can. Probably some extra ones, too."

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"Extra ones?" Cosima echoed, once her eyes had flickered back over and she could tell it was safe again. "What, like you're a psychic fox?"

She didn't sound totally sarcastic about that, strangely enough. She'd believe whatever he told her.

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"No." Although that would have been neat. "I just meant that the senses I rely on as a fox aren't identical to the ones I'm using right now. So, it stands to reason some things in my brain don't happen the same way, either."

He pulled a shirt on. Bye, abs.

"But I haven't really given it much thought."

The foxness was hard to verbalize, anyway.

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"I guess that makes sense," Cosima nodded. "It's a totally different structure. It wold be strange if it worked the same, even if 'you' is the same either way."

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"Exactly." He nodded, then smirked. It was a miracle he ever really stopped. "But all I really care about is that I'm cute either way."

Also deadly. But he was less inclined to share that.

[sciclone]

He could back up the smirks, was the thing. It made them less annoying.

"Is that really all you care about?" Cosima wondered. "Would you have been devastated if I didn't think your fox self was cute?"

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Ezra held his hand to his heart in a theatrical fashion. "Yes," he said. "It would have been a tremendous blow to my self-esteem." Bullshit. "So thank you for not wounding me like that."

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Cosima snorted out a laugh. "I do my best," she said. "Wounded self-esteem ... some people never recover from a blow like that."