Room 503, Saturday Morning

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Atton woke up that morning with an impossibly painful... pain sensation in his chest. He whimpered and reached for it, only to realize that he was in fact simply laying on his front. And also something seemed to have gone to sleep right underneath him that morn--

He rolled over. The pain immediately began to abate.

"What the--"

What followed was an impressive display of the full range of GFFA profanity in the Old Republic era, which tapered off into silence as Atton became suddenly engrossed by the sensation of nice squishy round things on his chest.

So, a fairly pedestrian sequence of events for a weekend morning, really.

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"Oh god, it didn't even occur to me that you'd need one of those," Jessica sighed as she rolled out of bed. "Well, let's hope that it fits. And that we never talk about this again."

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"I do not want to waste words on this any more than you do," Atton told her, "But I bounce. That's going to mean trouble otherwise."

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"Yeah, we don't want you giving anyone a concussion," Jessica said. "Okay, let's just do this. Back to me, arms through the loops, hope and pray that everything works out okay."

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Atton sighed, but obediently turned around. "This is just... this island is just laughing at me, isn't it?" he said, slipping his arms through the loops.

After some wrangling, anyway.

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"Think positive. It could be the island laughing at many people, including you!" Jessica said brightly as she hooked the bra together. Or whatever verb would be used.

"I mean, I'm helping my roommate get into my bra. That's worth at least a snicker to the island. And maybe this is happening in every co-ed room across the building!"

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"Why are we living on an island this sadistic?" Atton asked. "Do we hate ourselves?"

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"We don't hate ourselves," Jessica said, stepping back. "We enjoy unpredictability. And, in your case, an excuse to drink. And maybe like this you'll be able to flirt your way into a few freebies."

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"Probably not. It's April's night," Atton muttered. "Still, hey, thanks for the help."

He yanked the shirt over his head.

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"It's what good roommates do. I only strive to be an okay roommate, though, which gives me extra leeway with the mocking," Jessica said with a satisfied nod.

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"I'd still rather not have a roommate," Atton reported, "But you'll do."

He pottered back towards his bed. "So in the spirit of that - you want me to pick up something for you?"

Yes, Atton. Get your roommate drunk.

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"No, thanks. Unlike you, I'm a good girl," Jessica said.

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"Sounds boring to me," Atton replied, sitting down and wrestling with the pants. "But suit yourself."