Room 311, Saturday Morning

[its_theclimb]

Part of the problem, really, was that Miley had worn a tiny pair of shorts to bed. And while she could probably have been oblivious to minor bone structure changes, Fermaine had pampered her with enough perfect-fitting costumes over the years that she could not disregard a certain... tightness. Not to mention the weight of something very unfamiliar pressing against her leg.

Two steps to the enormous vanity mirror she'd hung over her desk, and...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

So, bathrobe. Bathrobe now, and these shorts were just going to have to be stretched out since she sure as heck wasn't taking them off.

She looked mournfully at herself in the mirror. How would she be able to sing now?!

[[Open, duh. AND YES I HAD TO.]]

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[perilless.livejournal.com]

Two steps into the hallway, and it was really hard for Rosella to not notice the terrified scream coming through the door of one of the other rooms on her floor. And, considering the timbre of it, she stifled a laugh in thinking that it might have something to do with the way she'd woken up as well, and it it had likely been the same thing with the scream.

And, if not, then perhaps there would be something else going on.

There was a light knocking on the door. "Everything okay in there, old chap?" she asked with a particularly brusque and manly tone, because she could.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Uh -- yes! Everything's fine!" Miley lied. Except that that came out a little squeaky, because as it turned out, Justin Bieber guy-Miley didn't have much in the way of a manly voice.

"I'm just, uh..." Quick, what was something guys did? "Shaving!"

[perilless.livejournal.com]

"Oh ho ho."

Rosella felt the need to make her laugh particularly deep and manly today. "I see, I see. Cut yourself, did you? Got to be careful with that sort of thing."

Curiously, Rosella ran a hand under her own chin and was both amused and disappointed to find that Alexander's skin was practically as smooth as a baby's bottom. No roguish-like stubble for her! What a pity.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Miley could probably beat Rosella in that department, she learned, peering at her pores in the mirror.

"Uh. Yeah! I'll, uh, I'll pay more attention, uh... now. Thank you!"

If she sounded a little strained and freaked out, that was because she was a little strained and a lot freaked out.

[perilless.livejournal.com]

"Not at all, not at all!" Rosella was enjoying this a little too much. She tried to think if she remembered who even lived in this room, the poor soul, but she couldn't quite think of it. She'd have to check back in when this all settled down and figure it out. "Happy to help! Don't need any bandages or anything in there, do you? That was quite a scream for a little shaving nick!"

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm on it!" Her voice cracked fantastically, and she winced. Eep. "You can just, uh, go about your business! Please!"

[perilless.livejournal.com]

No giggling, Rosella. Boys didn't giggle.

"Alright, then, old chap!" she chirped instead, though it was a rather deep chirping. "Should you change your mind and need anything, just, well, holler again!"

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"I -- I will do that!" Miley lied. She wouldn't do that. "Thank you!"

[perilless.livejournal.com]

"Not at all!" Rosella waved a hand dismissively at the door as if the person on the other side could see it and then hummed a little to herself as she continued down the hallway, keeping an eye out for any of Alexander's friends and hoping to maybe hear more screaming.