Room 222 | Sunday Morning

[pursuedthestars]

For the most part, Jim had gotten used to living with a cat. Moxy wasn't too bad and the fact that he seemed to hate Jackson made him all the more better in Jim's mind. But (and this was a big but), Moxy did like to torment Jim at times.

This morning was one of those times. Jim was right in the middle of a very, very nice dream. He wasn't going to tell anyone what it was about but that became a moot point anyway when Moxy jumped onto his back and proceeded to claw lightly at his hair and shoulders. For a second or two, Jim ignored it. Maybe Moxy would go away.

Moxy did not go away and then went about kneading at Jim's shoulders before the damn cat started pacing up and down on his back.

"Oh my god, go away," he muttered, batting at Moxy sleepily. Moxy just tumbled off his back and came to curl up right against his face. Now Jim had a mouthful of cat fur. "You're disowned."

Moxy purred and blinked in his very feline way at Jim. He knew he wasn't going anywhere.

"Ugh," Jim said and tried to go back to sleep.

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie would probably not have called yet, not on a Sunday morning, except she was only just getting used to the new time difference.

Plus, her cat was already being a butt so why not add to that with a call?

[pursuedthestars]

"Oh my god, no one wants me to sleep," Jim grumbled, reaching blindly for his phone. When he tried to put it to his ear, Moxy batted at his hand which meant the phone ended up on the bed in between Jim and Moxy.

"Son of a -- " He cut the cursing off and finally got the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

Said pretty sleepily, yes.

[whenshewasnice]

"Bom dia."

Well, she was in Brazil now. Getting good use of her language learning materials.

"Did I wake you up?"

[pursuedthestars]

"No."

He rubbed his face to try and wake up a little more than he was.

"Your cat did. What's a bom dia?"

[whenshewasnice]

"It's good morning in Portuguese."

And she'd actually learned that one on the one spring break they'd had in Brazil.

She didn't like thinking about that trip much now.

"I apologize for Mox. Although I'm guessing that means he's comfortable with you."

[pursuedthestars]

"It's not even time to feed him," Jim groused, rolling onto his back and making a face when Moxy just settled against his side, curled up and asleep within seconds. "He wakes me up and then he goes to sleep. Jerk."

He didn't really mean that.

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm. Probably put his butt in your face, too."

She sounded amused. And like that had happened to her a time or too.

[pursuedthestars]

"There's still fur in my mouth," he said and made a face. "Your cat's a jerk. Come and take him back and then climb into bed with me while you're here."

He could dream!

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave that one a soft snort. "That doesn't even work. If I climbed into bed with you, he'd still be there too." Smartass. But, she sighed. Playing at being wistful. "But it's still a nice suggestion."

[pursuedthestars]

"Yeah, but if you were here, he'd plop himself on you and not me," he rationalized, yawning and rubbing sleepiness out of his eyes. "What are you doing up so early?"

[whenshewasnice]

"It's not that early for me. Three-hour time difference." She hadn't realized it before what a blessing it had been that Port-au-Prince was in the same timezone with the east coast. "And you know I don't sleep in much these days."

Not alone, anyway.

[pursuedthestars]

"Got big plans for today?" he wondered, pushing Moxy away. The cat just flopped right back to where he'd been, tail flicking in protest.

[whenshewasnice]

"Nothing bigger than usual," Natalie replied, shrugging. "General stuff for getting our operations up and running."

[pursuedthestars]

"Huh?"

He blinked a few times.

"Aren't you already set up?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Not in Ribeirao Preto, we're not."

Well, not all the way. Not enough for her to be too used to things.

[pursuedthestars]

"Why are you there?" Jim wondered after a moment. "What's there?"

[whenshewasnice]

"... I didn't text you?"

So, apparently even Natalie couldn't stay on top of everything when a lot of things were happening in quick succession.

"I thought I texted you."

[pursuedthestars]

"Haven't heard from you in over two weeks," Jim told her, shrugging. "So, no. No text."

[whenshewasnice]

"Crap, I'm sorry." She was. Because she'd meant to tell him all the big news. "Guess I just told my parents."

She paused.

"Well, long story short: we won the election. Peter is the Hegemon, I'm his chief of staff, and we've relocated to Brazil."

Those were some huge news, but she wasn't really the type to gush about anything, ever.

[pursuedthestars]

"Huh. Congratulations."

That was what you were supposed to say, right? Jim scratched his cheek.

"Sounds like a permanent position."

[whenshewasnice]

"For Peter, hopefully," Natalie replied, shrugging. She considered nothing permanent for herself. "And thank you."

[pursuedthestars]

"Welcome," he said, nodding. "Is Brazil nice?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Haven't had a chance to see much of it yet," she admitted. "But I've been to Rio once before, and I liked it. So I'm not expecting it to suck."

[pursuedthestars]

"Cool." He wasn't immensely talented with small talk. "Well, take pictures and stuff."

He didn't know.

[whenshewasnice]

"Wow, you're bad at this." But she didn't sound like she minded. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you don't actually care about any of this."

Actually, she didn't think he did. And she was fine with that. As much as various people probably cared about her, she didn't think anyone but Peter and her parents actually gave a damn about what she was actually doing.