Room 206, Saturday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

When Thorin awoke this morning, he found himself in possession of a number of things that he did not normally have. Chief among them being a bosom.

He squawked indignantly, touching his suddenly bountiful chest and then face to find that he managed grow a fuller beard as a female than as a male. Which. Um. Unfair and rude. But only par for the course since fate was ever cruel to him.

With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, wincing as the movement caused things to bounce. He needed to find something to bind his chest down.

[[Door closed, post totally open]]

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[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin found himself having to walk a little faster than usual to keep up. Ugh. Tall folk.

"These events are common?"

[seeks_truth]

"So I am told," Cassandra said. "And I have no reason to doubt what I was told. Last semester was... trying."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Oh?" he prompted. Because the pain of others made him feel better.

[seeks_truth]

That was not a very admirable character trait, Thorin.

"It was trying," she repeated.

[dwarvenswagger]

It was not. And yet. And yet.

"How helpful you are," he teased gently.

[seeks_truth]

"You are attempting to draw humiliating stories out of me," Cassandra said dryly. "You are lucky I haven't hit you yet."

... That was teasing. Ish.

[dwarvenswagger]

They had a special friendship.

"Were they humiliating? I had no idea."