Emma's Dorm Room, ESU, Saturday Morning

[longislandiceme]

After too many rounds of poker to count, a good portion of the Space Battles marathon, and way too much junk food than was healthy for your average teenage male, Bobby had finally made his way back to his own room and flopped out on the bed, sleeping the sleep of the thoroughly partied out

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[icecoldfrost]

There was a phone ringing. Why was there a phone - and not her phone? - ringing?

Emma groaned and rolled over, throwing back the sheets - which were also not her sheets? - to find the phone, when she stopped. These hands were also not her hands with her new manicure. Point of fact, they were BOY hands, and Emma felt a familiar - yet very unwelcome - sensation ripple over her as the flare of panic.

She only paused long enough to verify that, yes, the caller ID said she was the one calling, before answering. Hopefully this phone was cold-resistant.

"ROBERT DRAKE WHAT IN HELL DID YOU DO THIS TIME?"

[longislandiceme]

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DID I DO?" Bobby shrieked back. Huh. Who knew Emma's voice could go that high? "I'm not the one who runs around taking over people's bodies! What did you do?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I did my business ethics homework and went to bed early last night, so I could be up for my Saturday morning kickboxing class!" Emma yelled back. "How am I supposed to get to class now, you moron?"

[longislandiceme]

"All I did was play cards and eat chips," Bobby replied. "And I don't know where the hell you get off thinking you can call me a moron when I had nothing to do with this, but I don't give a shit about your stupid class. I'm getting a portal over there, and then you are fixing this."

Hopefully before he used up his italics quota for the month.