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 stood and raised himself to his full height. Which wasn't particularly impressive, but still. "I will accompany you."

[seeks_truth]

No. Thorin was still very short.

"Very well," Cassandra said easily.

She took a few steps back out of the room. "How have you been, your... present state... notwithstanding?"

She was not fantastic at small talk, but she had been spending an inordinate amount of time talking to Garik lately, and she could try.

[dwarvenswagger]

Would it help if Thorin flirted with her? Because he'd be terrible at it. And also not understand he was doing so.

"Very little has changed. It has been quiet until today."

[seeks_truth]

"Is that not the lament of us all when this island strikes again?" Cassandra asked, walking towards the stairs.

[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."