513 Room of International Relations, Saturday Morning

[scary_jeff]

There was another body in the bed, which wasn't really odd or out of the ordinary in any fashion whatsoever. Jeff turned a bit, mostly to snuggle (well, cosy up in a manly sort of way) into the heat. He felt something wet on his face

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[stocksgrrl]

Having been up for a bit getting ready for work, Turtle's toothbrush just about dropped out of her mouth when she walked back into the room. Because returning to your room to see some lady in your bed (well, technically Jeff's bed, but that was hardly the point here), licking your boyfriend was not a happy moment.

"What the heck is going on here?"

[scary_jeff]

"Turtle!" Jeff cried, flailing harder, since that was the only method of communication left to him right now. "This isn't what it looks like!"

Because that always helped, Jeff.

The lady in question paused her attentions, though, and sat up, panting in Turtle's general direction.

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle didn't care what it didn't look like! It was a darn good thing she'd come in when she did and that she hadn't gone to work yet, and now she was livid. Oh so livid, and there would be no stopping her.

"Get off my boyfriend, you harlot!" she shouted, not hesitating a moment to take aim and send a kick toward the nearest shin.

[scary_jeff]

As if she was expecting that shin kick, the lady launched herself away-- off of Jeff, away from any kicks, and straight at Turtle's face, which looked like it needed a licking. Literally. "TURTLE!" she called, happily.

To Jeff was left only stunned silence (well, his approximation of stunned silence, which involved an awful lot of jabbering about random women and not really going about inviting them on a regular basis, you know, in case she felt that would be a bit odd) and staring (in a meek sort of fashion that involved him crawling up against the bed) and that, pretty much, was that.