Room 503 - Monday Morning

[dojima_hime]

Since she didn't have any Monday classes, Dōjima had spent the morning re-arranging her section of the room as the Romeo-Shrew ran around in the hamster ball she had handwavily acquired for him. It was easier than trying to keep him in the box, and this way he couldn't bite her. Again.

"You owe me," she informed the rodent for the millionth time as she typed away on a report to SOLOMON. "Do you have any idea how much therapy this could make me need? You just had to go and turn into a rat."

Romeo just ran his ball into the wall again, and Dōjima sighed. "A rat. Seriously."

[OOC: Door and Post are open! Come boggle at the untamed shrew!]

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Jen decided not to mention the fact that she sometimes thought she was a little underexposed to testosterone, for a variety of reasons including the fact that she knew she'd feel stupid the second those words came out of her mouth.

"It does look nice," Jen agreed. "I never knew when I was going to get a decently sunny day on the beach in Silver Hills, and Millennium City wasn't anywhere near the ocean."

She considered for all of 10.6 seconds, then inhaled slowly. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

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It would be rude and unladylike for Dōjima to pump her fist in the air and cheer in victory. It really would.

Which is probably why she did it anyway.

"Score!" she cheered, bouncing in place. "We'll have a blast! Hopefully the island won't, you know, take us to Antarctica tonight or something."

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Jen gave her a long-suffering sigh that was completely unconvincing. "I wouldn't be surprised, but I hope not."

She was actually kind of looking forward to this proposed beach trip now.