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Roommates
Dramatis Personae Rasa, Shelby
In Absentia	2013-04-05 The awkwardness of being teenagers.
Location <XS> Medical Lab
Gleaming and sterile, the school's medical facility is all cool science in contrast to the mansion's old-world old-fashion. All stainless steel and antiseptic tinge, the room is filled with the quiet whir-click of the various implements that comprise its medical equipment -- all state-of the art. The hospital beds are curtained off for privacy when they have patients, and in one of the alcoves there is a small operating theatre visible. More heavy-duty equipment is visible in the lab in the back, where the securely locked cabinets keep sensitive equipment out of the reach of teenage fingers. There, in one of the beds, Shelby lies. She will never, ever be cast to work in a soap opera because she is not lying there all pretty and sleek under the blankets--she is hard on beds, and so there has been movement enough to kick the blankets down, to rumple the sheets and to leave her unconscious on her belly, head propped on a pillow, mouth open, a little drool staining the pillowcase. /Attractive/. In loose scrubs and fuzzy hair, a band around her wrist and a hand curled near her lips, she looks all of 12. While still in the throws of recovery and encouraged to stay in bed, Rasa is a little restless at this point and less thrilled with being in a prone position when he is more awake than not. He doesn't leave the med lab, but since the lab is now crowded with former hivees, there are plenty of people to keep Rasa occupied. He shuffles along in his pajamas with socks and slippers on his feet, a medical blue bathrobe wrapped around his tall, lean frame. His eyes are a copperish color and his hair is a dark brown. His skin bespeaks Middle Eastern descent, but the coloration is light, like he hasn't seen sunlight in a while. He also has a bit of facial hair. No one has informed him that he might need to shave. He has never considered it before. In loose flannel pajama bottoms and a long sleeved tee shirt, Rasa makes his rounds around the room, looking in on people to see if they are waking yet. but mostly just attempting to put faces with some of the voices he remembers. He gives Max a funny look before heading over to Shelby's bed and staring at her. Signs of alertness? There are a few. Occasionally her finger will twitch. Sometimes her nose. Eventually she grimaces and smacks her lips--opiates do such /terrible/ things to the mouth, don't they? There is a cellphone on the little table beside Shelby's bed. Not long after Rasa appears, the screen goes from black to white and displays a digital time. The tinny beep that follows is loud and /annoying/. It is the alarm she has been using to wake her up for classes in the morning, now set to a different reason--"text B ur not ded" it flashes. But Shelby does not want to go to class or text anyone, she wants to smack the snooze bar. Without opening her eyes, her hand flounders out towards the table and swats...the surface, not the phone. Apparently this hurt because she gives a clotted whine and pries one eye open. "...nngh." Rasa frowns. He reaches out and moves the cell phone closer to her hand. "Here." "Owwwww." That's all Rasa gets at first: more whining, no thank you. But Shelby scrabbles at the phone and somehow finds the right combination of thumb-pushes to make it shut the hell up. Then ever so carefully she flops onto her back, clutching the device to her chest with one hand while the other presses heel of palm to forehead. "...fuck think my brain is trying to escape." A monumental effort is made to crack her eye open again to find the source of her helper. It takes a moment before Rasa is squinted at. "Who the hell are you?" Rasa keeps his hand curled around the stand of his IV bag, looking at Shelby with a curious expression. He exhales and frowns a little more. "I'm your roommate." His voice is deeper, as his normal hormones have been allowed to run their course, deepening his vocal chords. He turns away a little and grabs a chair, pulling it over and sitting down next to her. "And you're Shelby. Your brain is still very much inside your head and I won't let it get away." "Wuh." Shelby is all about the low syllable words today. She digs a hand into the mattress and uses it to help boost her up against the back of the bed. It makes her clutch her head a little more but offers a better view of Rasa. He is squinted at with /great/ interest, or as great as someone with a killer migraine can muster. "You got hotter. What happened? Were you this hot before?" "Hotter?" Rasa raises an eyebrow and looks Shelby over. "Um. I was always... um. I have not been transplanted into another body, so I guess I was always like this underneath." He swallows and frowns a little bit. "I ... cannot change right now. So this is just what I am." Shelby gingerly flaps a hand at Rasa as he is now. "You're...oh. Nevermind." Perhaps it is not worth the effort of talking to say what she'd been about to say. Perhaps even in the depth of migraine, she knows better. Either way, flapping hand shifts to eye-shielding hand. "Sucks," she says of being trapped. "Wanna trade? I'll give you my head." "And you'll take my head? Would it look so hot on your body? I like your breasts and all, but I think they suit you better." Rasa shrugs and moves to scrub his hands over his face briefly. "You don't want this head or body right now. It's not the most comfortable feeling. Kind of achy and exhausted. You seem to only have problems in your head, no?" A blue-green eye appears, peering blearily through slightly spread fingers. "You like my tits?" Shelby takes a moment to consider this. Ordinarily she would follow this up with a Snappy and Suggestive comment but she's off her game. Instead she mimics the face-scrubbing, causing a host of indecipherable sounds to pour from her throat. Heeeeead huuuurts. "Yeah. Think so, anyway. Kind've hard to feel anything past this. Maybe they'll give me more drugs. You...how're you doing?" Except Rasa just answered that. Still, Shelby seems to expect an answer, dropping her hand and looking at him with reddened eyes. "I'm... um." Rasa glances over at the other beds in the room and is thoughtful for a while. "I am okay. I had a talk with Ivan. He seems to be cheering up. He has been taking the twin's leaving pretty hard and blames himself." He kind of slouches into his chair. "He was also not pleased that I kissed Shane, but I think we talked that through too." He is still very tired, his eyes and cheeks are still a little sunken. "I.. don't really accomplish much in a day. How was that test I missed?" "Figures. He'd be the jealous type. /I'm/ glad you kissed Shane." Shelby's lips curl in a brief smile before she sinks down into the pillows and steadfastly closes her eyes. "It was hot," she adds once settled. "They didn't leave 'cause of him anyway. Dumbass. You tell him, world doesn't revolve around him." Slowly but ever so surely, wrinkles are forming in her forehead. Test. What test. Uh oh. "...we had a test?" "Oh. Wasn't it the ethics test?" Rasa inquires about the one Shelby had to leave Jim's company to come back and fail. It's entirely understandable if she has forgotten though. "No matter. I guess I'll get to retake it when I can keep my eyes open long enough to do such things." He is already starting to look sleepy. "Did you want me to find someone to help you with the headache? I had... only a tiny one." He pauses and then finally, "Why are you glad I kissed Shane?" Besides hot, he means. "Fuuuuuck," Shelby groans, "I don't know. It prolly sucked though." She sighs--carefully--and tilts head to squint at her roomie again. The tired is noticed and answered with a small patpat of the bed. "Because kissing is cool'n'you were all nuuu but now you know?" It's a tentative answer, as if even she isn't certain. But once spoken, it seems to have passed muster--even if txtspek is starting to creep into proper speak. "Besides, I bet he's a good kisser. Lotsa practice." Rasa has to move carefully, but he does so, maneuvering both himself and his IV stand closer to the bed before slipping onto the surface. He takes off his shoes and slips his feet under the mess at the bottom of the bed and finds purchase on his side, with a pillow being pulled under his head. "Yes, I have changed my mind about kissing after kissing Shane. He has a very strong sex drive. It was very interesting to experience that." His eyes grow slightly half lidded as he relaxes on the bed. "and yes, I probably did pick up some technique." Shelby is not above mumbling, "Told you so," as she goes back to covering her eyes. Hospital lights are unkind. But warm body beside hers? Kinder. She scootches closer without looking, threatening Rasa with either cuddling or being knocked off the bed entirely. Once settled again, curiosity compels her to ask, "Did you kiss Ivan?" Rasa is okay with cuddling, in his non-telepathically-receptive state. He pushes a little more toward her so she can't push him off the bed. "When did you tell me so? I don't remember that." His free arm curls under his head, while the arm with the IV in it rests on his side and hip. "No. I did not kiss Ivan. He said he did not want any kiss that was not important. I do not know what important kisses entail, so he will likely not receive kisses." It's very logical. "I dunno but I bet I did. Sometime," Shelby maintains. Logic? No such thing. But Rasa's logic? That gets her peeking through her fingers at him again, smile gone crooked. "Means he wants you to be like...with him. 'n not kiss anyone else. Kiss him'n'mean it," she offers helpfully. "But if you're just figuring /kissing/ out, fuck that. You should. Like. Figure out what you like best. First." Her eyes shutter again after she dispenses this advice, a furrow dug deep between her eyebrows. "Like B." "You want me to kiss B?" Rasa is quite surprised by this. "I don't think I could kiss my roommate's boyfriend. That might sound like fun now, but later, you might have feelings about it and then be unhappy with me." He shakes his head. "I appreciate the offer though." He draws a deep breath and looks up toward the ceiling for a minute or two. "I know what you think it means. I tried to clarify - but yeah. I think he wants kisses that have meaning, but he isn't holding me to any sort of restrictions. Maybe. If he is, he is being unfairly deceptive about it." "No I mean it's like B. Figuring out what he likes. We're still working on kissing without causing. Um. A frenzy. If you /wanted/ to kiss him. I guess I'm okay with that. He prolly wouldn't be though." The line etched on her forehead only grows deeper. Shelby is froooowning, her eyes scrunch tightly. "I'm not. Like. Jealous. I don't get jealous. I like lots of people," she admits after a similarly long pause. "So long as Ivan's cool with it, s'okay. He fucks around though. I'll kick his ass. For you." "Kissing causing a frenzy?" Rasa is confused by this concept. He reaches up and pokes at her shoulder a little. "What do you mean? Is this like... okay, you don't have to tell me, especially not in the med lab where anyone could overhear, but I just want you to know I'm available if you want someone to talk about things with." He exhales and relaxes further into the hospital mattress. So not comfortable. Shelby makes a discontented sound at the poking, reaching over about five seconds to late to swat at poking hand. "Careful," she complains, "I'm delicate." And /such/ a liar. One eye opens. That faint smile reappears. "He's got teeth, right? So like. He gets. Really, really excited. If I cut myself. On his teeth." Desiring privacy is clearly not a priority for this teen. Making sure Rasa is okay? Maybe a little, not that you'd ever get her to admit it. She shifts a little over to make more room for him where the mattress naturally dips. "So like. Yeah." "have you guys tried a mouth guard? They have them for sports people. I know it probably isn't the most comfortable thing, but safe sex is important." Rasa makes the statement with the same tone and concern of a high school teacher instructing young people on condoms with a banana. "Sorry, the frenzy thing made it sound drastic, like if you cut yourself then he'd taste blood and go crazy wanting to eat you - and not sexily." He gives a small smile and moves a little bit more into the dip. "I can't wait to get back to my own bed." "...seriously?" Shelby doesn't quite have the energy to manage incredulous. She settles for giving Rasa a Look instead. "Okay I'm just gonna pretend you didn't say that. It /was/ hot but he stopped 'cause maybe. He did want to eat me. Or something. I dunno. But it sucks." She heaves an immense sigh and pries her eyes open enough to look at the ceiling. With its bright bright lights. Ow. "...wanna go back to our room?" "When you're ready," Rasa agrees, but puts the timing on Shelby's schedule. "I didn't really notice the teeth when I kissed Shane, but then again... I kind of was him at the same time. I don't know. It gets very confusing when i am in someone else's brain." He may be avoiding the topic of going back to their room. "Shane's had more practice so. You knew what he knew. B just needs more practice." Shelby, oblivious. The prospect of getting back to a room where /they/ control the lights has captured her fancy. "I guess maybe it was a bad time to link in," she does say, first. Then she very gingerly eases herself to a seated position, scowling and clutching both head and phone again. "Okay, let's go." Rasa gives a little groan and closes his eyes. "Mmmmm." He shakes his head and stays planted to the mattress. "Not yet." "Ohmigod you suck." But Shelby sounds more amused than aggrieved. She levers herself back down onto her remaining pillow and siiighs. But once there, she does look over through slitted eyes--and reaches out to draw a fingertip down the center of Rasa's forehead, to the tip of his nose. Boop. "Fine, sleep. /Then/ we'll go. And you can carry me. Since you're all dudely now." "I ... don't want to go." Rasa finally admits, eyes downcast. He's not really /focused/ on anything, but his gaze has the unfortunate direction of being pointed at Shelby's chest. "Maybe I need my burqa." Confirmation: Rasa likes her tits. Shelby's smile deepens a notch, realizing that. It takes her longer, unfortunately, to work out /why/ he might not want to go. "...oh." She frowns and closes her eyes again. "Maybe if you sleep you'll get your juice back. If not then we can just. Say I'm sneaking a hottie in to my room. If anyone even asks. I bet they won't, I mean. Like. You're still you." "I've slept a lot since it happened," Rasa admits, sullenly. "I keep sleeping. Nothing is coming back." He exhales shakily and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he looks up at her face. "I should be able to just go to my room, free as i like... and not worry about this." He says this like it's the hardest thing in the world. "But they're going to call me a hottie you're sneaking into your room. They're going to make comments about how Sebastian might feel about that - or how you're mad at him and sleeping with someone else to get back. If they realize it's me... well, I'm a boy now. Won't they want me to be in the /boys/ dorm?" "That's bullshit, no one's gonna say /anything/ about me and B." From the set of Shelby's jaw, the only possible reason that this might be true is if people are scared of her socking them. "If you were a boy, you woulda been in the boy dorm to start. You /wanna/ go there? You could. You could sleep in their room." "I don't want different. I want things to be the same. I want to be home." Rasa's gaze returns to downcast, but more focused on her mouth and chin this time. Those lips purse as Shelby huffs out a sigh. "You can't /stop/ different. It already happened," she reasons, "so if you wanna go home, we go back. But we can go together, okay? Just." She reaches up, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Maybe after they give me more drugs. And if anyone gives you a hard time, I fuck 'em up." "Okay," Rasa nods solemnly. He then starts to get up. "I'll go find someone to give you painkillers." "You're the best, I totally owe you," Shelby says without unpinching. "If you want kissing practice, just lemme know." That sounded more like the old her! At least in phrasing. "Right. When I can /think/ about kissing again, I'll let you know." Rasa moves slowly, slowly, slowly, but manages to get to his feet and starts padding over to Dr. McCoy's office. Once the medical staff is summoned, he's going back to sleep himself.

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