Room 407: Thursday Morning

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...and wait...and wait...

...and fall asleep on her boyfriend's bed...

[OOC: for one, OMG. Not you, Worf. You know, that was easier to pull off saying when Jamie was around. *misses*]

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As much as Chuck would have liked to lay in bed with Dean all day (shh, it was the sex pollen making him think like that), he did have things to do that morning. Shower, brush his teeth, debate on whether he should go to class or fake sick and just go back to bed with Dean again (sex pollen!). Oh, and give Merlin more porn.

Clearly when someone said they didn't want porn on radio that meant that they totally wanted it. They wanted dirty, dirty porn. Chuck was happy enough to oblige which would be why after his shower he headed back up to the fourth floor, porn in hand, to Merlin's room.

Oh, would you look at that, the door was unlocked...

...

Sweet baby Zefron, Francine was naked.

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And not an especially heavy sleeper in the mornings. "Mrrrln?" She shifted and rolled over a bit towards the door, rubbing at her face but not yet opening her eyes.

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Wow, rolling towards the door was not helping anything.

Now Chuck could do the right thing and leave before Francine noticed him or he could just make things worse by talking to her.

"Not Merlin, no."

Oh, right. Like he even needed to think about that decision.

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"Where were y--" Wait. She hadn't really been expecting a negative answer. Was he just messing with her because she was still too sleepy to... THAT WAS NOT MERLIN'S VOICE.

So, you know, Francine, sitting up and staring? Not the best idea you ever had. "WHAT??"

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If Chuck were asked, he would have thought Francine sitting up was a very good idea. Wow. Very, very good idea.

"Uh...good morning?" It should be noted that Chuck was saying that to Francine's boobs more than to, you know, her face.

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FLAIL. In a moment, that flail would be toward clothing. Now it was just towards FLAIL. "Chuck! ohmigodohmigodohmigod... Why. Are. You. HERE?"

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"I wanted to talk to Merlin," Chuck said to Francine's boobs.

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"He's not here!" Obviously. Because Chuck would very possibly be a toad right right now, if he was.

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"He's not?" It was kind of hard to see the rest of the room with the giant exposed knockers around. Chuck managed to tear his eyes away from them to give the rest of the room a quick glance. "Oh would you look at that, he's not."

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And the break in ...eye...contact gave Francine the nudge out of deer-in-the-headlights and into rapidly-scrambling-for-clothes. Shirt! Shirt! There had to be a shirt here somewhere! She dived for one on the floor near the foot of the bed. Not that it was hers, because God knows where she threw that last night.

Not that the diving was a particularly intelligent maneuver on her part, either.

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It was all very, very bouncy. "You know, I didn't take you for the sleeping naked type."

Because you couldn't just leave, Chuck.

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Shirt. Shirt yay. How did shirts work again? Oh right, arms go in. "I don't. Usually." Why was she even answering him? Oh yeah, because she was Francine.

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"So it was just my lucky day then?"

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Arms go in, front goes shut, buttons go.... oh right. Merlin's shirt. So that pretty much stalled out on 'front goes shut.'

"You weren't the one who was supposed to get lucky!" Oh, Francine.

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Chuck was momentarily sidetracked from the whole talking thing while Francine was trying to button up her shirt. God, he loved this school.

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Button FAIL! Hell, close-shirt FAIL. Francine* settled for scrambling back and oh thank you Arthur for the idea oh God that was an inappropriate thought oh God Arthur naked oh God *I'm* naked oh--

PILLOW!

And then there was a pillow. Which sadly didn't cover everything, but at least she could clutch it to her chest.

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*The sad thing is I SAW that typo, wandered over to the other window to tell Dutchyface about it, then came back and hit send. WTF, self. WTF.

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Aw. That wasn't fair. It did snap Chuck out of whatever boob-filled trance he was in however. "...you...really have nothing to be ashamed of."

Those were nice boobs.

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"Thank you." Francine Peters, ever polite at the most inappropriate of times. Facepillow.

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Chuck took the facepillowing opportunity to stealthily place the movie in his hand on Merlin's dresser. Look, he still had evil to do here.

"I guess I should probably go." Probably.

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"That would be a good idea."

How much of that was intelligible is anybody's guess.

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"Right. Well. I'll see you later, Francine," Chuck said, giving her a wave before backing out of the room.

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That might be a moan of Oh GOD he heard from behind the pillow.

Then again that probably wasn't a new experience; he was Chuck Bass.