[for Bran]This...is not going to go well.

[llewych_will]

Will turns in his sleep as the sun starts to penetrate the walls of his shelter, illuminating the room in shadowed stripes. He snuggles against Bran's back, absently tugging a bit of hair out of his mouth. Still more asleep than awake, his brow furrows; something feels just a bit off, a degree or two south of normal, or something. He just hasn't

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[branbach]

Bran stirs, snuggling Will closer against him, lips brushing across the back of his head. "Bore da, cariad," he murmurs sleepily, his eyes still closed, sliding a hand down Will's front.

...Waaaaaaait a second. Bran pushes himself up on his elbow and peers down at Will.

At least, he's really quite certain it was Will when he went to sleep last night.

He doesn't remember being drunk, or on any psychoactive drugs.

He cannot think of any logical reason why he would wake up, mostly naked, with River Tam.

[llewych_will]

Will puts aside a few of the girlier items of clothing, with small, darting glances at Bran, and eventually selects a pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt. She glances down at the breasts pushing against the fabric of the pyjama top and decides to forgo the bra for less embarrassment of trying to find something that fits. "Breakfast, yeah. Sounds good." She gives Bran a smile, gathering the clothes to her chest. "I'll just go change and then we can eat."

[branbach]

"You can use my room, if you want," Bran offers. "If Alex hasn't changed too he'll probably be off with the football by now."

[llewych_will]

Will nods, letting Bran lead the way even though he knows where his room is, of course.

When they get there, Will shuffles her feet and smiles shyly. "Right. Wait out here, then." It doesn't appear Bran has much to worry about in the way of Will wanting more than kisses this weekend.

[branbach]

Bran is both relieved and disappointed, but nods. "We'll be right here," he promises, sinking onto the piano bench to wait while the dogs go sniffing suspiciously about the jukebox.

[llewych_will]

Will nods and heads into Bran's room, quickly changing and leaving the pyjamas on Bran's bed. They can get them later.

She comes out, dressed, and shifts nervously. "Do I look all right?" They still need to find a hair ribbon, but at least Will's not wandering about in too-big pyjamas anymore.

[branbach]

"Of course you do," Bran assures him. "You make a quite pretty girl, I already said that. Hungry, then?"

[llewych_will]

"I could eat," Will agrees, not wholly reassured by Bran's words, but mostly. It's enough to make one self-conscious, after all, waking up the wrong gender. "Oh! But a hair ribbon first, perhaps? I forgot to look, before." And the last thing she wants to do is end up eating hair along with breakfast.

[branbach]

"Oh, right." Bran scratches Cafall's head and tries to think of where one might be. "I've never needed one," he says, "and nobody in my room has either--oh. Dairine usually does, I think, if you want to go poking around in there. Or look in the ladies'. I'm really not sure where one finds that sort of thing."

[llewych_will]

"Let's go back to the clothes box, first. There might be something there that'll work." She wants to see about some shoes and socks, as well.

A quick re-shuffle through the box turns up a purple lace hair scrunchie, which Will examines and sighs. "I s'pose this'll do it," she says, pulling the hair back in a messy ponytail and securing it with the scrunchie. A bit more searching turns up a pair of scuffed brown oxfords in about the right size, and some plain white athletic socks. "Sorry," she says to Bran after pulling them on. "We can eat now."

[branbach]

Bran is being very patient, and pretending not to be quite so very hungry. Cof and Cafall are not, and by the time Will's finished, the dogs are sending him meaningfully put-out looks.

"Let's get them taken care of, at least," Bran says, "and I'll make us some eggs or something. It's convenient we've got that thing, at least. It saves having to go find someone to borrow clothes from."

[llewych_will]

Will nods and murmurs a sincere yet cheerful apology to the dogs. "Yeah, I really don't fancy showing up at Abby's to borrow a frock," she jokes, following Bran to the kitchen.

[branbach]

"Or the actual River's?" Bran says with a grin. "That'd be a bit disturbing, really. Too hard to tell you apart."

[llewych_will]

"Lord, I think that would be rather more awkward than it'd be worth!" Will exclaims. "Though at least the clothes would likely fit without a lot of fuss." Still, Will's perfectly happy in her current clothes, without asking to borrow anything more from River.

[branbach]

"I can see a case for that," Bran says lightly, definitely. "Eggs and toast? There's dog food in the pantry, if you don't mind taking care of them."

[llewych_will]

"Whatever you're having is fine," Will answers, heading for the pantry. "...We have dog food now? Abby-made, or more island strangeness?" She knows Abby was working on it, after all.