outofthequiver | Room 229; Wednesday Morning [04/05].

Life as a lamb was a pretty simple, easy, carefree one, really; Libby didn't have much to worry about in her current state, and she hadn't, really, for about a week now. Mostly, her main concerns had been getting out a lot of energy through prancing and climbing things, and then a lot of curling up and having naps, and making the most out of being outside when Kurt took her out. But that morning, she was inside, and she was feeling like she had too much sprightly energy again, which meant she was sort of bouncing around the room in an effort to expend some of it.

There hadn't been much to climb on, in Kurt and Guillermo's room, and she generally avoided the hammock now, after an unfortunate incident of getting pretty tangled up in it, but what she had discovered she was really fond of were the beanbag chairs. Specifically, she liked gearing up for a good bouncing prance across the room and then an expert little leap into them, where she'd then let herself sink into the softness of it. She'd wait a little while before then scrambling herself out of the beanbag (sometimes it was easier than others), and then just do it all over again.

Life as a lamb was pretty simple, and it clearly didn't take much to entertain herself, as she scrambled up out of the beanbag again with a little bit of a bleat and then pranced to the other side of the room to just go prancing right back and giving another leap into the bag again.

She could probably do this all day, really!

(Not really; she would eventually get a little bored or hungry or want to go outside, but for now? It was clearly the best thing ever).

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You know who didn't think watching a cute little lamb would be so tiring? Kurt. You know who also should have known better, given that he grew up on a farm? Kurt again.

He watched Libby playing around on the beanbag chairs and smiled, shaking his head with a small laugh.

"You are making me tired just watching you Libby!"

Libby always felt like she had too much energy even as a human girl, so when she was even smaller, as a little lamb, it had to go somewhere, right? So she met that comment with a shameless, unapologetic bleat, a waggle of her tail, and an exhibition of all that energy by prancing around in a circle around Kurt a few times before making another dash into the beanbag chair.

Landing with a soft whump and a kicking of legs to try and scramble back out of it. Only what had previously been four legs quickly became just two in that moment, and Libby froze in mortification with the realization that, apparently, that last leap into the beanbag was all that was needed for her to become herself again.

"Oh....no," she said, succinctly, grateful for the sunken nature of the beanbag, but rather wishing it could swallow up all of her right now instead of just enough to keep this whole situation from being flagrantly more inappropriate than it already was.

Now see Libby, if you had just listened to Kurt and settled down in the pile of blankets he had put out...

"Oh, Libby! You ummm..." Kurt mumbled, adverting his eyes.

But the good thing about being able to teleport was it still only took a couple seconds after that oh no for Kurt to be handing a nice large blanket to Libby.

The blankets were nice, sure, but were they fun? Jumping into beanbags fun? Lamb Libby clearly felt the fun was worth the risk.

Human Libby wasn't so sure she agreed.

But just as she was willing herself to somehow sink even deeper into the protection of the beanbag, where was the prospect of a blanket, which she very quickly made a grab for with one hand while her other arm did its best to cover anything her long hair (thank goodness she hadn't ever gotten the bravery to cut it short after all!) and the sunken beanbag couldn't.

"I'm so sorry!" she gushed out, tempted to just pull the blanket over herself completely to just disappear entirely, her face filling with so much red that it had to be spilling over into the rest of her. Not that anyone could tell anymore, since she was now hastily quite covered, thank you. "I didn't mean...that is, I didn't know...I..."

Realizing she was sputtering and probably only drawing more attention to it, Libby clamped her mouth shut to keep herself from saying anything more, and focused on keeping the blanket clamped tight around her instead.

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"Not your fault," Kurt said, turning so he had his back to Libby. "It's just the way it goes when you change back... happens to everyone." Kurt wasn't sure if that made it better or worse really.

"I.... ummmm... " he really didn't know what to say and he tried to keep his eyes adverted out of respect for Libby.

Libby, of course, knew that the smart thing to do would be to get up, thank Kurt for the blanket and for looking after her while she was a lamb, and leave to go to her own room (and what a relief it was that her own room was just a few doors away!), but the thought of actually getting up and risking further embarrassment and indecency was almost terrifying right now. But that's what bravery was, wasn't it? Doing something even though you were terrified of it, so she took a moment to draw in a breath, clearing her throat a little so that her voice didn't waver when she did eventually say something, as she mustered up the courage to do what she needed to do.

...you know, sometimes, getting out of a beanbag chair even under normal circumstances could be a little awkward. Getting out of one when all you had between your birthday suit and the whole wide world was a blanket and a burning glow of embarrassment? Seemed almost impossible, for a moment, but, after stealing a glance toward Kurt as if to confirm that, yes, his back was turned, she was giving it her best try. And when she finally managed it, she adjusted and pulled that blanket around her even tighter and more secure than ever.

"I guess I should get going, then," she said, and it was just as much to Kurt as it was to her own two feet, which seemed like they'd been frustratingly cemented to the floor all of a sudden. "Um, thank you. For....uh, looking after me, and, um, for...the blanket. Obviously..."

"Yeah... n-no problem," Kurt said simply as he rubbed the back of his head, still keeping his back turned to Libby and dutifully keeping his eyes fixated on that rate interesting stain on the carpet near his feet. "You kept me on my toes that's for sure" he said with a small smile, not that Libby would be able to see it.

Libby couldn't see it, but it was there in his voice enough that she couldn't help a faint smile back. Not that Kurt could see that, either, and her head ducked a little. "Well, I couldn't let it be too easy for you," she pointed out. "Besides, a farmboy like you, one little lamb shouldn't have been too much of a problem..."

In that brief moment, she'd almost forgotten that she was standing there, without any clothes, underneath a blanket, in the middle of a boy's room (one which, it should be noted, she'd spent all week sleeping in, no less!), but, boy, did all that come rushing back to her very quickly again with another burst of color across her face.

"Right," she breathed out, and managed to get her feet moving again, being careful to stay out of eyesight as she crept toward the door. "Anyway. Thank you again. I'll return the blanket soon. I really appreciate it. I'll..." Hand now on the door, she opened it, which meant the rest of it came out in a rush as she hurried her way through, "seeyouaroundKurtgoodbye!"

With that, she was outside, the door closed behind her, and she turned to put her back against it as she breathed out with relief, not even sure for how long she'd even been holding it.

And then let out a little startled sound as she realized that now she was in the hallway with nothing but a blanket between her birthday suit and the whole wide world, and so she quickly scampered off to her own room, grateful to find the door somehow, miraculously, almost expectantly unlocked for her.

Room 229; Wednesday Morning [04/05].

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