Room 417, early Sunday morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye wakes up to something singing at her. Loudly. Maybe in French.

And while she would ordinarily yell back at whichever stupid animal, if not animals, are causing the problem, she's kind of also got Cameron sleeping on her floor and figures having a 'sode would not be a good thing. Gah.

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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron doesn't hear anyone or anything singing, but he does jerk away and sits up on his make shift bed on the floor. He frowns as it takes a moment to register where he is an why. Gah indeed.

[fates_jaye]

"Morning," Jaye says, glaring at the shelf of animals. She thinks one of the thingies just did a chorus line kick.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Cameron replies and rubs a hand across his face. Then he does a double take and looks up at Jaye. "Wow, I didn't wake you, did I? I'm not used to people actually being awake in the morning."

[fates_jaye]

"No," she says, sitting up and swinging her legs off the bed. "Sometimes I'm an early riser." If she ever got to sleep. Stupid fate.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Ah," Cameron blinks and it slowly starts to register that he's just in boxers under the blanket and kinda flails. "Can you wait for a minute and err... turn around?"

[fates_jaye]

"You think I've never seen a guy without pants before?" Jaye asks with an eye roll, but she pulls the blanket over her head. "There. Your modesty can be preserved."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"But not with Thundercats boxers!" Cameron scrambles out of bed and grabs his pants. These were hell to get off last night and getting on really isn't any easier. There's a lot of stumbling and cursing going on and maybe a few 'ow's before he finally does get them on. "Okay, I'm good."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"True, maybe you should keep some Windex on you at all time and you can get them too?" Cameron suggests.

[fates_jaye]

She thinks about this. "Like mace?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Sure, why not?" Cameron shrugs and eyes the box with donuts. "Do you have milk?"

[fates_jaye]

"Um. In the blowed up common room kitchen. I have water?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*weeps* "I could have died! You saved my life!"

"Alright. You want some too?" He asks.

[fates_jaye]

She could tell him not to worry about it, blah blah blah. "Sure. There are plastic cups in the bathroom and tap water. From the sink."

[fates_jaye]

"Nah. That would make things less interesting. You'll be fine. And come on, no one in their right mind would permanently kick someone out for something like that. At least not when they look like that in leather pants."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron blushes and unconsciously wriggles a bit in his squeaky pants. "Yeah, if only they'd actually feel as good as they look."

[fates_jaye]

"Will you stop making my brain go to a bad place?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Will you stop thinking like that about me?" Cameron feels like flailing, but somehow it doesn't seem to fit for someone wearing leather pants.

[fates_jaye]

"I'm not trying to! You're the one talking about how your leather pants feel!"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Okay, so there might be a small flail right there. "I'm not used to wearing leather!"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron grins and licks his fingers as he finishes the donut. He moves to the desk and snags up a piece of paper and a pen. With a grin, he jots down

"I. O. U.
a beating up"

And hands it to Jaye. "There you go."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye laughs. "Thank you. I will keep this with me always."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Good, because you never know when it will come in handy. We should come up with a Camboy signal or something so you can call me."

[fates_jaye]

"Or phones work."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I don't have a mobile. So if Vala locks me out of the room again..."

[fates_jaye]

"We'll set up signal fires or something. It'll work out."