Room 329 | Wednesday Morning

[robinonadderall]

Stiles usually wasn't too huge of a fan of Fandom weirdness affecting him, but he had to admit once in awhile good things came from it. The milkshake deliciousness from Sunday, for example. Another example? The island having even less patience with Stiles growing out his hair than Stiles himself had. When he woke up Wednesday he found that the awkward porcupine hair he had been hiding under a hat the last few weeks had turned into something he wouldn't mind being seen sporting in public. And it took half the time it usually did. Thanks, Fandom!

Now what was he going to do with this hat? It smelled kind of weird. Could you put hats in the wash? Maybe it was a lost cause. It might need to be burned. Or given to Puppy Joe as a chew toy.

[Wah-lah, long hair. Door and post are open]

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[whenshewasnice]

Mr. Moxy was being a pain. First, he'd refused to stay back at the room when Natalie had been leaving for a quick visit to the roof. And now, he decided he wanted to explore the third floor rather than follow her up.

It took Natalie a while to realize she wasn't being followed, so by the time she came down the stairs from the next floor up, he was already sniffing around Stiles' open door, because that was what he did.

It was possible he thought something here smelled like a dog.

[robinonadderall]

That something would probably be Stiles, yep. Even if there was no dog in the room.

He wasn't strictly a dog person, if his enthusiastic reaction to Mr. Moxy was anything to go by. "Hey, a kitty!"

[whenshewasnice]

Well, Mr. Moxy approved of him already! Plus, that was totally an invite, right?

Because he was padding on in and meowing at Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

It was totally an invite. Stiles crouched down and held out his hand, making that little noise everybody did when they wanted a cat's attention. You know the one.

It occurred to him that trying to pet strange animals wasn't that smart but kitty.

[whenshewasnice]

Oh but this was Mr. Moxy, who was totally a friendly kitty. Even if he'd belonged to a witch, once. And then an emotionally complicated future rock star, who was actually currently walking down the hall with an unimpressed look on her face because Jesus, Mox.

But she wasn't here yet and Moxy was kind of wondering whether Stiles had any treats. Because that would be cool.

But he was going to sniff his hand curiously even if there weren't.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles fed Puppy Joe Cheetos so, no, he didn't have treats. He did have excellent hands for scratching behind ears though! Seriously, his PB was a drummer and his fingers should be illegal.

"Oh my god I really hope you're not a human in a cat's body," Stiles said. "Though I figure if you were Cade you'd be acting weirder."

[whenshewasnice]

Moxy butted his head against Stiles' hand and purred loudly. Yes, he was okay with behind the ear scratches, oh yes he was!

And then Natalie was at the door. A beat passed, as she noted that yes, her cat was here, and hey, someone's hair was visible and longer. "Oh. So that's what it looks like without the cap."

[robinonadderall]

Oh god, it was make out Natalie. Stiles kept his freak out on the inside but it was happening.

"It's a new development," he said. "Is this your cat? Or friend who has turned into a cat?"

[whenshewasnice]

'Make out Natalie' was almost as bad as her old, ooold label of 'New Kate'. But only almost.

"It's my cat," she said. "His name's Mr. Moxy and he has very little respect for my wishes regarding following me."

[robinonadderall]

"Mr. Moxy?" he asked. "I guess that's better than Puppy Joe."

[whenshewasnice]

"I didn't name him. I usually just call him Mox." Natalie did so like her short nicknames. She raised an eyebrow. "Puppy Joe?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah that's the dog I'm co-parenting with Derek Hale," Stiles explained. "We didn't name him either."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't know who that is."

Probably for the best for a variety of reasons.

[robinonadderall]

"He works at the Devil's Nest. And teaches a class with Pinkie Pie," Stiles said. "If you knew him you'd laugh at the last part."

[whenshewasnice]

"Uh huh," Natalie said. Kind of doubting that mostly because she... didn't really laugh at a lot of things, actually. "Well, I kind of doubt the sanity of anyone able to teach with Miss Pie, anyway."

[robinonadderall]

"Not disagreeing with you there." He did think Derek was kind of insane. "So, um, how have you been? Aside from dealing with a cat who shuns your orders, I mean."

[whenshewasnice]

Mr. Moxy meowed as if he knew he was being talked about. Natalie wouldn't have put it past him.

"Fine," she said. It wasn't accurate or true but it was what you said. "Had a mildly interesting Saint Patrick's Day. You?"

[robinonadderall]

"Nothing to complain about." It was true. There was nothing wrong with milkshakes everywhere and the island giving Stiles awesome hair. "Does mildly interesting mean you saw a leprechaun or something?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie raised one shoulder in a shrug. "Had a drink with someone over the phone." That was a nice way of putting it. Because like she'd tell him she'd been having a bizarre conversation with her ex in two separate bars across the multiverse. "Met a few new people. Didn't make out with any of them."

[robinonadderall]

And now Stiles was blushing. "I guess I was just lucky, huh?"

[whenshewasnice]

The blushing was pretty fascinating. Never be fascinating around Natalie, Stiles. "Guess so," she said. "Could've been luckier, I'm sure, but it's still a privilege."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles blushed even harder at the mention of getting luckier. "I felt beyond privileged, believe me."

He patted himself on the back for being able to string words together.

[whenshewasnice]

Scott Pilgrim knows how you feel, Stiles.

Natalie just looked vaguely amused. "You're quite the blusher."

[robinonadderall]

"Thank you for noticing." Now he kind of wanted to die of embarrassment.

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't see it a lot," she offered, as she actually stepped into the room. Probably to retrieve her cat. Probably. "It's... sweet."