RP?

(I would say it's probably gonna happen lol. But I really have to go. I'll do more tomorrow.)

(see y'all tomorrow)

(Okay, see you tomorrow then)

"Sure," said Sam skeptically. "Hey, everyone!" they yelled. (I mean, it was an empty hallway, but still) "Jordan has a teddy bear, Jordan has a teddy bear, Jordan has a- MMPH!" (Can Jordan try and shut me up somehow tomorrow? Got to go soon)

I slapped a hand over her mouth, more amused than I was upset. "Shut up, Sam!"

(time skip?)

(Sure)

(To when?)

(The next morning? Can Sam and Jordan be roommates or something? Idk)

(Yeah lol, sure.)
Jordan woke up, yawning and stretching out on his bed. It was early, and the stinging in his arm was one of the first things he noticed.

(And Sam's genderfluid, no exact pronoun. Prefers they, but is actually a guy. Doesn't want to admit true gender though)

(Okay. I noticed the pronouns, but I kept forgetting about them lol. I'll keep it in mind.)

(Thanks) Sam was still curled up in their cat form, on the other bed. "Go back to sleep," they yawned. "It's the fucking weekend. Plus, being asleep means that I don't have to hear you yammer on and on. Good night," Seconds later, one brown eye opened. "Goddammit, I woke myself up. That's an example of prime idiocy,"

Jordan grumbled at them, rolled over toward the window. "Can't sleep. And you're the one yammering."

Sam de-morphed silently and padded (no pun here, I swear) over to the desk drawer next to Jordan's bed. None to gently, they rubbed aloe vera into the burn and wrapped gauze around it. "Don't take this the wrong way," they warned. "I just don't want this to screw with your magical and warrior capabilities, understood?"

Jordan winced at the feeling. The burn was third degree, and it covered about half of his forearm. "Thanks…"

"No prob," Sam said airily, waving one hand. "Should we meet Reese, Jay, and Lil? I know this fantastic cafe that serves boba and pastries. Love it. Or do you just want to go by ourselves?" (Wait how long have they known each other exactly)

(Sam and Jordan?)
Jordan sat up and stretched. "Let's give them a call first. If they don't answer, we'll go by ourselves, I guess."

(Yep) Sam picked up Jordan's phone, turning on the group chat that they had created, currently titled 'Five Magi In A Room Bitching,' (Haha sorry not sorry for that Falsettos reference) Everyone else had yet to change it. 'Do you guys want to get breakfast?' @IHopeThatYouBurrn (again sorry not sorry) wrote. Wait until Jordan sees what I changed his username too, Sam mentally snickered.

(Let's go with like… six or seven months?) Jordan picked up his phone to message the group chat. "I hope that you burn?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"No, Burr-n. It's a pun, you lovable idiot," Sam ruffled Jordan's hair fondly, sprawling back onto the bed. "I thought you were a theater kid?" (So… should we go to the breakfast cafe without them or wait a bit more for a response?)

"Whatever, you nerd," he laughed, putting his hair back in place. "And I'm not that familiar with Hamilton, mostly Phantom of the Opera, Dear Evan Hansen, Heathers, Be More Chill…" He stopped himself, realizing that he probably sounded like a nerd. (And I think we should go without them. Idk when they'll be back, but we'll make sure they catch up whenever they return :))

"Call me a nerd one more time and I'll go all 'You got a problem? You got a bone to pick? You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my metaphorical dick?" Alex snarked. "Whatever. I don't want to wait for the others, I'm going to head out. Coming?"

"Well, let me get dressed first. I'm not going to go out in a t-shirt and boxers," he said, throwing the covers off and walking over to his dresser to pick some clothes.

(Wait why did I say Alex last time) "Well, I'm going to go out in my pajamas and I don't give a shit about what anyone says about them," Sam declared, pulling on some rainbow socks. It was clear that the euphoria of the cat form was getting to them, and Sam had a sneaking suspicion that they were going to look back on this and regret it later, but screw later!

Jordan laughed, pulling on a pair of faded jeans. "I can understand that, but there's no chance in hell I'm going out in my underwear." He slipped on some socks and shoes, then grabbed his phone. "Alright, let's go." He smiled at them.

Got to go do piano bye

K have fun fam

I'm back

I have returned as well. Shall we continue with a time skip to the cafe?