Room 227, Friday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

It had officially been pretty much a week since Sam had taken off. Natalie was not happy. But she continued to deal with it through productivity. At this current moment, that productivity was being channeled towards using the multiversal internet to pull up everything relevant there was to find about Madagascar in Peter's time. She liked being informed.

And also, it was starting to look like she was going to have another weekend to fill up with something other than worrying and going across the hall to get her brain turned off for brief moments of time. So, she'd take all the reading material she could get.

Her door was open, and Moxy was wandering the hallway outside. Maybe even he was getting tired of Natalie's mood.

[ooc: Open!]

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[lockestheway]

Peter hadn't precisely made it his mission to keep Natalie distracted - he had too many important things to do to waste too much time on that. But poking his head in whenever he happened to be nearby? He could do that.

"Afternoon, sunshine," he called.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie would take even all the smallest bits of external distraction she could get, at this point.

Not that you could tell from her barely glancing back at him from her desk and laptop, greeting him back dryly with an, "Afternoon, light of my life."

[lockestheway]

"Looking at the files I sent you?" Peter said, stepping inside and shoving his hands in his pockets.

[whenshewasnice]

"Among other things," she replied, turning her attention back towards the screen. "Educating myself."

[lockestheway]

"Always a good thing to do," Peter said, having absolutely no trouble at all coming up to her and partly invading her personal space just so he could see what she was looking at.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie hadn't been that attached to her personal space lately, anyway. She and the slight cherry blossom scent around her could deal with it.

The open tab was a rundown of the recent history of Madagascar in his time. "Just getting to grips with where they're at."

[lockestheway]

"Good one," Peter said with clear approval in his voice. "I'm sure they've got some big housing or tourism project or whatever you can suck up to them about."

Eloquently said.

[whenshewasnice]

"I'll keep an eye out for that," Natalie replied dryly, although maybe her glance back at him was vaguely amused. But only vaguely. She was operating on some pretty heavy mildness here. "Anything else?"

[lockestheway]

"No, I think I'm--"

There wasn't any warning this time. No weird feelings. No... anything.

There was just a floop. And then there was a fox.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie didn't even look that surprised when she glanced back again and found herself having to look way down at the floor.

"I see Fandom's trying to be funny again."

[lockestheway]

Peter made an intensely annoyed noise at her. Really? Really? It wasn't funny as far as he was concerned!

[whenshewasnice]

She'd said the island was trying, not that it had succeeded!

"Hey, I'm not thrilled about this either," she told him. "Taking care of easily irritated foxes is not my favourite pastime."

Though it would be another distraction.

[lockestheway]

To protest his new position (as well as her statement), Peter hopped up and into her lap.

Ha. Suits you right.

[whenshewasnice]

"... Are you serious?"

Yeah, this was going to be great.

[lockestheway]

Quick flick of Peter's ears said yes, he was absolutely serious.

[whenshewasnice]

"If you sit in my lap, you're going to get treated like a pet."

And Moxy was not going to be pleased.

[lockestheway]

Peter dropped his head on her knees. See if he cared. He was a fox.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie rolled her eyes and absently scritched behind one of his ears as she reached out to scroll further down in the tab she had open.

"I see."

He was just lucky she wasn't the type to start putting ribbons on him.