dark_slippy_thing | Room 206, Saturday Afternoon

Naminé	Naminé had three very important pieces of information. 1) Valentine was out of his room. He was scouting for a snowy location for the finale of the next Fandom Chicken, and would therefore be gone most of the afternoon. 2) Valentine never bothered to read forms and slips that came from the office. (Or from anyone else, really.) 3) Valentine didn't lock his door. So when she discovered that her rooming request had been approved, she came up with a rather amusing plan. She didn't own very much, and it took less than an hour for her to pack up her belongings (and, of course, cat) and relocate them to the empty half of Valentine's room. A little unpacking, a little redecorating, and it looked for all the world like she'd been there for ages. Naminé sat on - well, it was her bed now, wasn't it? - and began to sketch. Trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. And trying not to laugh when she pictured his face.
Valentine	With a satisfied smile on his face as a result of a job well done (and with Valentine, any job he did was, of course, a job well done), the juggler returned to his room, humming to himself. Humming was the thing to do, of course, after a job well done. Especially when returning to one's room, where everything was familiar, and nobody would be able to catch him when he strayed off-key. Which was often, really. My, but it was rather crowded in his room this particular time, wasn't it? He couldn't distinctly remember there being a cat in his room. Or there being quite so much artistic use of the colour white. Or Naminé, sitting on the other bed, sketching. No, that certainly hadn't been there before. It... was... Almost as though everything she owned was in his room? ... He had to take a moment to boggle at her, his jaw hanging agape. "I, you, and did you? Was there- Ooooooh."
Naminé	"Valentine," Naminé said, setting her sketchbook aside and looking up with a bright smile. "There you are. Did everything go all right, then?"
Valentine	There happened to be a Naminé and a whole lot of Naminé's things in his room. Over there, the Really Useful Book was warily investigating the cat. "Yes?" .... What was the question again? "Are you here?"
Naminé	It was horribly unfair to tease Valentine like this. Cruel and awful and other such things. Maybe Naminé was secretly evil? She would have to make it up to him, later. She raised an eyebrow. "I seem to be, don't I? If I weren't here, you'd be talking to yourself."
Valentine	"I talk to myself frequently," Valentine replied. "If you aren't here, then nothing is really out of the ordinary at all." Except for the possibility that now presented itself that he might be seeing things that weren't there. And speaking with them.
Naminé	"We would have to both be hallucinating, unless I'm only a figment of your imagination," Naminé mused. "It's a moot point. I'm here, I assure you. Where else would I be?"
Valentine	"Sitting... on your bed. In... your room?" He paused for a moment and looked around. "Which you already seem to be? So, either the fifth floor caved in on itself and all of your things tumbled into my room, or..." Oh please oh please oh please? "This is your room now, as well?"
Naminé	Naminé's eyes were dancing as she stood up, walking over to him with a warm smile. "I think the proper term is, 'our room.'"
Valentine	"I like that term." Warm smiles were infectious, did she know that? Because Valentine was doing a good deal of grinning right now, and he was fairly certain that the grinning wasn't about to stop any time soon. "I really, really do like that term."
Naminé	It was all right. Hers wasn't going away anytime soon, either. "It has a lovely ring to it, doesn't it?" Naminé slipped her arms around Valentine's waist. "Though I suspect one of the beds is going to be horribly neglected."
Valentine	"We'll have to alternate between the two," Valentine decided, slipping his arms around her in turn. "So that neither of them feel terribly neglected, you understand." He was doing an admirable job of not bouncing on the balls of his feet, giggling, here.
Naminé	"Perhaps whichever bed isn't being used can have lots of fluffy pillows, for Alea," she said with a nod. "Although I suspect she'll just crawl over to snuggle anyway. That isn't going to bother you, is it?"
Valentine	"The Book usually roosts on my head when it thinks it can get away with it," Valentine replied with a smirk. "The more the merrier, I suppose? I can't imagine your Sphin-- cat has as many lumpy corners as the Book does."
Naminé	She laughed at that. "No corners. Cats nearly liquify themselves when they're in the mood. You're more likely to wake up with a large, purring lump stretched out on your rib cage than anything, and I should warn you, that usually convinces me to fall right back asleep again."
Valentine	"As though sharing a bed with you isn't enough of an excuse already to never get out of bed again?" Valentine was still grinning. This was great. "Another excuse to stay asleep beside you is always welcome," he decided.
Naminé	Naminé reached up a hand to his cheek, smiling. "We'll need to go to classes, you know. And I have Fina on Tuesdays. I will start sleeping in my own bed if I have to."
Valentine	"You may sleep in your own bed on Monday nights," Valentine informed her, "only because I dread the possibility of ever becoming a chicken again while trying to persuade you to skip work. But only Monday nights. Every other night, you're mine." Not that he was clingy. Just snuggly. Totally different.
Naminé	"You know," Naminé mused, "I've slept over on Monday nights before. It was only that once, trying to tell me to skip work, that you ... hmm. It lacks a verb. Chickified?"
Valentine	"Poultrificated?" It was close enough? "You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now. But, alas, I daresay I'll be trying to convince you to skip work until the day your employment at the Café terminates."
Naminé	Naminé laughed. "Or you could learn to behave, and then I could stay in your bed on Monday nights, too. Seems a shame to miss once a week, you know."
Valentine	If Valentine had been physically capable of winking at her, he certainly would have. "I don't know that I'll ever learn to behave."
Naminé	Naminé leaned up on her toes, because that required the sort of answer that she needed to be slightly taller for. "I'll have to learn to live with it."
Valentine	His response to that sort of answer required him to be slightly shorter, in turn, so he leaned forward to meet her lips. "It's a difficult life, I know."
Naminé	"Somehow, I cope," Naminé laughed. And after a few kisses (well, whyever else should she need to be taller) she flushed slightly. "Is it all right? That I ..."
Valentine	"... Did exactly what I'd been asking you to do for weeks, now?" He grinned down at her. "Absolutely."
Naminé	She was blushing more, now. "I meant more that I ... did all of this. I thought it would be a terribly funny sort of surprise."
Valentine	"If I find out that you did all of this in order to tease me, I shall have to be terribly upset," he replied, looking not in the least upset.
Naminé	That required a light kiss and another laugh. "Teasing requires rather more proximity than I could get from the fifth floor," she said. "That was in my official request, you know. They said 'oh, my, this is to antagonize Valentine? We shall approve it post-haste.'"
Valentine	"Oh, yes, I had imagined as much," Valentine replied with a grin and a nod. "Well, then. Welcome to room 206, from which, activities such as teasing me shall become all the more simple." If books could roll their eyes, the Really Useful Book would be getting dizzy by now doing so.
Naminé	"I believe I shall enjoy my stay," Naminé nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I can think of all sorts of activities that proximity assists."
Valentine	This, of course, demanded that he pull her a little closer. "And now you have all the opportunity in the world to introduce me to some of these activities that you have in mind."
Naminé	Naminé flushed. "I do have more finger-paints," she said solemnly.
Valentine	"We ought to lay out some more paper, then." His ears were taking on a slight tinge of pink, themselves.
Naminé	"I have more paper, as well," Naminé said, eyes dancing. "Would you kindly lock the door? I should hate it if we were interrupted." The rest of the afternoon was spent rather cheerfully, with the two roommates creating art.