From Rooms 216 and 223 to Room 227, Tuesday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

It had taken quite a while from the first conversation to actually putting a plan into action, but this afternoon, Natalie and Sam were finally moving into a shared room. For convenience, they'd put in a request (well, Natalie had – she was more particular about where she lived) for another room on the floor they were already on, so the distance wasn't too great.

Which was good because Natalie was finding she had far more stuff than she'd realized. It was taking several round trips to get it all moved, in particular all her books and comics and sheet music. But also clothes.

Did she really have this many clothes? She was shaking her head at it while she was picking up a box filled with them to take two doors over.

[ooc: Open to the fellow mover, former roomies, and random people in the hallway! So, everyone, basically.]

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[necroslacker]

Sam didn't have as much as she did which was why he was already in the new room, tossing some stuff in the closet and organizing his vinyls around his desk area since they were important to him and he didn't want to just toss them away. After that, maybe he'd...hang his clothes up instead of just leaving them in a pile near the bed.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie brought yet another boxful of stuff over, and dumped them on her bed to be sorted into the dresser soon enough.

"When did I get so many clothes?"

It was a rhetorical question, but... She owned three dresses now. When had that happened?

[necroslacker]

"I dunno," Sam quipped, twirling a record between his fingers. "Yesterday?"

Yes, he was being sarcastic.

"Maybe it's just built up over time."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie rolled her eyes and went to straighten up some of the clothes before she'd start putting them away.

"Mm, guess so."

[necroslacker]

"Is it really a bad thing?" Sam asked, putting his records on his desk. "So, you've got a lot of clothes. So what? Just means you've got a lot of options to choose from in the morning."

[whenshewasnice]

"I didn't say it was a bad thing," Natalie pointed out mildly, picking up some t-shirts. "Just surprising."

[necroslacker]

"All right," Sam said, reaching down to open a bag with things he used to repair his skateboard contained within. He dumped some of those on his chair so he could...he didn't know, he wasn't very organized. He just wanted them out of his bag.

"I like your clothes, if that helps," Sam told her, holding some spare wheels in his hand and smiling over at her.

[whenshewasnice]

"But you like them better on the floor," Natalie retorted with a brief, amused glance over at him as she was going to the dresser. "Because you're a boy."

[necroslacker]

"Man," he corrected because he was. "And don't act like you don't enjoy when my clothes are on the floor. Girl."

[whenshewasnice]

"It wasn't an insult, Sam," she snorted. "And I wasn't trying to act like anything in particular."

[necroslacker]

"I didn't take it as an insult," he pointed out. "I just remarked that I'm a man and not a boy. Lots of differences there, you know. Just wanted you to get it right."

[whenshewasnice]

"And what, pray tell, makes a man?" Natalie wondered, as the t-shirts got placed neatly in the dresser. "Should I just call you my manfriend now?"

Because that didn't make him sound skeevy at all.

[necroslacker]

"Hey, I'm eighteen years old, that officially makes me a legal adult which transitions me from boy to man," he told her. "But no, don't call me that. That sounds weird."

[whenshewasnice]

"As far as you're living in the dorms of a high school, I'm reserving the right to call you a boy," Natalie informed him, straightening up again. "You won't be able to stop me."

[necroslacker]

"Hmph," Sam told her, shaking his head. "How much more stuff do you have, anyway?"

[life_inshadow]

"Need me to carry anything?" Tara asked, trying to be helpful. She had mixed feelings about the whole moving project: She would miss Natalie, but at the same time, it would be nice to have her room just hers again.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shook her head, setting few last trinkets in the box with her clothes. "No," she said. "I'm good. Nothing's heavy and it's only two doors away."

The short made it a little weird that this was still a fairly big step.

[life_inshadow]

"Well, yeah," Tara had to admit. "Which is good, because Moxy's going to miss you anyhow."

[whenshewasnice]

She had to give that a lopsided little smile. "Well, it's not a long way for him to visit."

Their door, she predicted, would be hanging open a lot, anyway.

[life_inshadow]

"And don't think he won't." Tara glanced over to the space under her bed, into which Moxy had disappeared. "I think he already knows something's up. Did he try to attack your stuff while you were packing?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, he did seem to mistake my keyboard cord for a toy after I unplugged it," Natalie shrugged. "And climbed into the box. Twice."

[life_inshadow]

"Anything long and stringy has to be a toy," Tara nodded. "And boxes are for naps. It's cat law."

[whenshewasnice]

"So I've gathered," Natalie agreed with another wry flicker of a smile. "And humans are really only around for them."

[life_inshadow]

"Why else would we exist?" Tara asked rhetorically. "Our thumbs are perfect for opening cans of cat food."

She flashed a smile back at Natalie. "You seem pretty happy about this."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave that a little shrug, noncommittal as ever. But, you know. Happy enough.

"Well, it'll be a new experience."