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Pixie Dust, Sunday

Eric was there for his shift when it started on Sunday -- in fact, he'd been there most of the day before, and all night. Because he'd been a mouse.

It was not that long into the scheduled start of his shift when he was, suddenly, no longer a mouse. ... And decidedly lacking in clothes. "That motherfucking son of a bitchface whoremonger," he swore, the minute he could speak again. He started to daydream gleefully of what he might learn to do with a sword, should Arthur continue to give him lessons, as he began grabbing clothes for himself. He'd mark down his purchases with a note of explanation for Romeo, and bring the money by on his next shift.

Unbeknownst to him, whether through human error or some vagary of Fandom, the door was unlocked.

[~~Plz to be waiting for~~ OCD is up!]

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Eric was pulling together some clothing choices; he'd already pulled on a pair of boxerbriefs, and was trying to decide between one of two shirts.

[For one specifically, please.]

Harper hadn't seen Eric come back to his room last night (not that she had his room staked out or anything, really). So, first thing in the morning, she raced down to Pixie Dust to see if he was there.

She tried the door, found it unlocked, and burst in. "Eric! Thank goodness..." And then she just stopped speaking and just stared.

"Harper!" Eric turned around, half-stunned, standing just in his underwear. "What are you- Get out! We're not open yet!"

... For obvious reasons.

"But the door was open," protested Harper, not looking away. "What happened to your clothes? And where were you last night?"

"Harper! Get out!" Eric didn't bother with more clothes, instead coming over to try to push her bodily out of the store.

"Fine, okay," said Harper, turning her back on Eric. "But I'm not going anywhere! I just going to wait outside the door until you put something decent on."

Eric slammed the door behind Harper, and locked it. "Go. Away," he said, through the door. "I don't want to see you. I never want to see you. Harper, I don't like you. Nothing is ever going to happen between us unless you turn into a boy, and probably not even then. So just fuck off."

Not that Eric was still frustrated about the events of the day before.

Stubborn as she was, Harper stayed outside for half an hour before giving up and heading back to the dorms.

But first, she had to stop at J,GOB for more of those incredible chocolate brownies. She really needed another one.

Now that he's fully clothed and ready to serve you!

If you feel the need!

... Baaahahahaha mouse.

I did not read that as "fully clothed and ready to serve you" at first, and thought something was wrong.

It's going to take days for my brain to snap out of the dirty mode it's been in since Wednesday, isn't it?

Probably. ... That assumes, of course, that the dirty mode you've been in since Wednesday is any different than your usual dirty mode. ;)

Eric is, alas, not ready to serve Katchoo; she's rather decidedly not his type. Now, say, Anders or Conner? ;)

Katchoo is just fine with not getting that kind of service, thanks.

As for the boys, there miiiiiiiiiight be some objections there. Sorry, Eric!

(Also, are we still waiting for the OCD? *RUNS*)

(... Shut up. :P )

Well, if Katchoo looked like that at the time, Eric would have no objections at all. ;)

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