I'm gonna move to the southwest, and, I don't know...

Still. A Goddamn. SQUIRREL.

To say Summer was just a wee bit frustrated was a bit of an understatement. And it wasn't even that she minded being a squirrel. There actually were some benefits to being small and quick and nimble and generally not having any obligations because you were tiny and fluffy. But what she didn't like was the uncertainty of not knowing when she was going to be changing back. At least she wasn't the only straggler, by the sound of radio, and she supposed she could technically still teach her class today, but....yeah. If that didn't sound like a perfect recipe for exactly when she'd change back, she didn't know what did.

So most of her day was spent painstakingly putting together a text to the usual suspects who dared to darken the doorway of her class with as best a message as her little squirrel paws could type:

Stll squrrel'd. No class again ths weeeek. SORRY!!1!! hopefulli better luck nxt weeeek!!!1 <3 Summer

And then she went back to loafing around her apartment, starting to get pretty stir-crazy with the whole thing, and maybe thinking Fenris might have had a good idea after all with the idea of hunting down some mages and shaking them until a solution fell out.

[[yeah, I've been up since three am thanks to having to be at a meeting held at STUPID O'CLOCK, so squirrel summer still stands. post is definitely open now, since I am free. Frreeeeeee! With slight SP because, oh wait, there's still errands, yay ]]

Summer Smith definitely didn't get this far into her (okay, technically still pretty short) life without developing a high sense of when something a little weird was going down, and she'd had more than enough bad encounters to feel like it was probably a bad idea to give into the urge to head back out to the woods like she'd been feeling all week. Probably. If didn't necessarily feel like a bad idea, but she also didn't feel like she could entirely trust her feelings, either.

So that meant distractions. That meant putting on some loud music and maybe dealing with complaints later, but whatever. It meant maybe cleaning her kitchen. Or making some jello to bring to BDG on Sunday. Or make jello, then clean the kitchen. She thought about maybe dipping into her stash a little, too, ease off some of the weird feeling, but that didn't seem the best idea. If this turned out to be more than a feeling, she wouldn't want to have to be forced to deal with it while also being high.

Although maybe that would help...

...no. Music, jello, cleaning, and if that didn't help, maybe go out to Caritas for a drink and maybe see if anyone else was feeling it, too. For now, just jello, and trying not to wonder why she'd been thinking about Morty so much lately, and maybe popping into her phone every once in a while to check on a few feeds from home.

Everything seemed fine. It was fine. She was probably just antsy because she wasn't used to things being so calm and chill for any long stretch of time. No big deal...



[[toes open if'n you like, but the thread with a certain visitor's going to be last chronologically, yo ]]