Room 201, Sunday Morning

[give_areason]

Rosalind was planning on heading down to the picnic almost right away, truly. Even if that came with such questions as ‘did she want to carry around a stuffed wolf at the picnic’ which was rather… not her usual sort of question to be considering

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[need_no_moon]

And plans, as one knew, tended to not go just like you wanted them to. Just like how you turned into a stuffed wolf in the middle of a serious conversation.

Which was exactly what would be happening again. Except there was a whole lack of conversation now and instead of turning into a stuffed animal, Jake just had to chance back into a boy/werewolf/whatever-he-was. A naked version of it too, as those were the wants of the island. Just like the whole falling on the ground was too.

"Finally!"

[give_areason]

It was a testament to Rosalind's cool, which she was clinging to with all her might, that she did not yelp or jump or do anything but glance his way for a millisecond before glancing, quite firmly, back at her computer screen.

Ah yes. Naked boy in her room.

... That was new.

"I should be the one saying that," she observed.

[need_no_moon]

"You were throwing me around in the snow!" Jake objected, sounding way too cheerful.

That was until he glanced down and then there was a scramble for the blanket on the bed she was not sitting on. "Stupid island."

[give_areason]

"Yes," she said dryly, and whether that was about the snow or about the the island...

Well, Rosalind would leave it up to him.

"You could remember situations?"