Room 402, Monday morning before classes

[hurtingzeebo]

It was early, and Sam didn't have classes on Mondays, so she was, of course, fast asleep.

"Mmmm . . . you are so hot . . . I think I'm in love . . . you want to . . . okay, just pass the gravy. . . ."

[ooc: for an expected one, up late due to clashing schedules]

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[randomspanish]

Freddie, on the other hand, just managed to transform from 'happy sleeping frog on Sam's desk' to 'naked boy falling off edge of said desk and onto the floor'.

"...Pantalones!" he yelped, desperately reaching for anything to preserve his dignity.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Mneeeeeeh," said Sam, and she flung a pillow in the general direction of the thing what woke her up.

[randomspanish]

Freddie clung to that pillow with all his might, and skittered back against a wall.

"I don't suppose you still have the clothes I was wearing?" he whimpered. Ever so manly, that Freddie Benson.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam looked up. And possibly stared at him juuuuust a moment too long.

"I dunno, they might be in the corner or somethin'. Hey, you're not a frog any more."