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Well, at least if Kamala wasn't too wrapped up in a bunch of work, then Eleanor wouldn't have to feel bad about interrupting anything important to her job when she showed up to add further distraction, bearing two red Squishies. She wouldn't dare even think about showing up empty handed!

"Hey," she greeted, with the soft, blushing smile of someone who'd definitely spent the weekend lingering over how things had gone on Friday, offering out one of the cups.

“Hey you,” Kamala said with a warm smile. As she took the squishy she leaned over to give Eleanor a quick kiss. “Always nice to have a visit from you. Thank you for the Squishy. Always appreciated.”

Even the quick, casual nature of that kiss wasn't helping with that blush that seemed a permanent fixture on Eleanor's face since Friday, still with that faint disbelief that not only was it real, but that it was simple, too, that there wasn't some horrible catch or undying subterfuge or trap. Just a kiss because it turned out they liked kissing each other and doing so made them happy.

"I feel like bringing you Squishies is almost cheating," she said, smiling as she took a sip from her own. She was getting used to the flavor of it now, but she mostly did it to distract her mouth from just wanting to kiss her again. "Almost. Also, I guess we're in California now. I was thinking of going swimming later, see if the Pacific's different. Do you want to come with me?"

Considering that Eleanor preferred to swim alone, the invitation was not insignificant.

"Ooooo. I would love that," Kamala said, almost bouncing in excitement. "We could get some food! Soak up the sun! Yes! I'm in!"

And now she was actually bouncing.

"Ooo! If the island stays here long enough we could have like a campfire? Maybe watch the sun set? I've seen the sunrise over the Atlantic. I would love to see the sunset over the Pacific."

Forget all that hard light and giant hands stuff; Eleanor was feeling pretty sure that Kamala's real superpower was in just how adorable she was when she was excited about something. It probably helped that the thing she was getting excited about was spending time with her, but it was so infectious that Eleanor couldn't help a small laugh of her own.

Still a far cry from bouncing, but she wasn't really the type.

"That sounds perfect," she said, a little wistfulness creeping in as the evening ahead of them played put for her in her mind. "When are you done here?"

"I have a thing I have to turn in at 4:00," Kamala said, her eyes looking upward as she tried to think of everything she had to do for the rest of the day. "Unless you think I'm coming down with a cold?"

She then made some very fake coughing sounds.

"Maybe I should leave now and not infect others. That would be very rude of me to do that."

She put the back of her hand against her forehead. "Yep. I'm definitely coming down with a fever."

"Hold on," said Eleanor, expression gone very grave and serious at this new development, and leaning in to reach her hand out for Kamala's forehead as well, "let me check. I've taken a few medical classes, you know, so I should be able to--oh! Wow!"

Eleanor's hand turned from the back to his fingertips against her forehead, and if those fingers just do happened to brush back a little of her hair while they were there, well, then...

"You weren't kidding, Kam. That's almost alarmingly warm."

Kamala's grin was getting ridiculously doofy while Eleanor was touching her forehead. She might be leaning in a little into the feeling and letting out a small "Mmmmm" of contentment.

"It's really good you're here then," Kamala said in tones that were oh-so-earnest. "With your medical training you can look after me. Make sure I'm getting enough fluids. That is if you want to take care of me."

"Of course," Eleanor said, with conviction, her own smile soft and pleased at seeing Kamala's. "I didn't take those classes just to sit here and not help people I care about. If anything, I'm just glad I came by when I did because, if this is what I think it is...it could be very serious. It sounds like something I read about called Californiatitus, and the only know cure is to go swimming in the ocean immediately, followed by good local food, and then sitting by a campfire until nightfall to see if it's managed to pass out of your system..."

Weird how it aligned so perfectly with the plans they were just making! What a wild and lucky coincidence that was!

So weird, wild and lucky!

"Oh no!" Kamala said with a sudden thought as she moved closer to give Eleanor a relaxed hug around her waist. "I kissed you just now. Does that mean you're also under the effect of Californiatitus?"

She smiled and giggled. "That was very careless of me. I guess that means I need to find a way to take care of you now and find a way to make up for it."

"You know, I am starting to feel a little light-headed and warm, too," Eleanor admitted, although the odds that it had anything to do with some totally real and not at all made-up virus about to run rampant through Stark Industries and not Kamala giggling against her as she tentatively her waist in response were pretty much nonexistent. "I guess there's only one thing we can do, then, at this point..."

"I'll send in my sick day request right away," Kamala said with a laugh and then leaned in for one more quick kiss.

And it was a nice kiss. And it still was util Kamala let out a long nice sigh suddenly realized that her clothes had fallen down on her arms and there was... hairy arms?

Oh. Noooo.

Please don't drop the baby sloth version of Kamala, Eleanor. Hey, at least she's a cute baby sloth?

Of all the points of contention right now, Kamala's cuteness was not among them.

And Eleanor supposed there were worse things to happen to someone after they kissed you, but turning into a sloth was not something she would have exactly predicted. A part of her wondered if maybe she should have, around here, but at the moment? She just had to groan a little and give a small frustrated sort of whimper when she realized why her arm had to go around Kamala much tighter than it had been a second ago.

"Well, there goes plans for swimminv," she murmured, while her brain tried to catch up with what had just happened enough to figure out what to do next.

There was a sad cooing/whimper noise from Kamala. Plus a shaking of the head.

Swimming could still happen! It just means leaving a sad baby sloth on a beach towel. And look how the head was now leaning on your shoulder, Eleanor! Cuddling could still happen!

Eleanor was absolutely not abandoning a sad baby sloth on a beach towel! And if she thought Kamala's cuteness was difficult to handle when there was excited bouncing involved, the sloth version of her resting her head on her shoulder was definitely giving it a run for its money, and the urge to reach up and pat her tiny little head was strong.

Cute as she was, though, it did not really compensate for the loss of other potential cuddles, and she sighed a little. "At least now I don't have to feel guilty about being the reason why whatever you were supposed to have in by four didn't get done," she noted, before looking into that adorable baby sloth face.

"So, what do you think, Kam? You want to stick with me until this thing blows over or should I go foist you onto Arden?"

Hey, if she stuck with her in the dorms, maybe she could get some easy, convenient sloth advice from Gray while they were there!

Well, Kamala wasn’t able to respond verbally, however she was able to blink adorably at Eleanor and the snuggle up to her in response.

So yes, sticking with you El.

Stark Industries - Monday

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