Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	Emma Frost is currently settled over in one of the chairs in the library sometime in the early afternoon. It's a short time until Graduation - whether it be in days or hours,and seh's reviewing things. Class lists, present studios.. Those whom have moved on. She's sliding through various pictures of individuals in the yearbook
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith was protesting! The subject of her protest seemed to be clothes... apparently. The purple haired woman sat very grumpily and very nakedly on one of the couches with books strewn everywhere around her. It almost seemed as though Sharon had come up with some new, innovative way of studying while freeing body and mind, but she didn't seem to be very focused on reading as she angrily tossed books around while barely giving them a glance. Foretunatley, or unfortunately, the impressive stack of books beside her seemed to give her a great deal of ammunition for tossing.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would take a moment to glance over at Sharon, "You look like you're starting to spawn and have things come off of you. So have you been hiding over in the laundry chute again?" She presumes that the Mansion has one at least. "And are you comfortable that way? You might want to grab a blanket at least."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith looked up, her blue eyes narrowing on the voice. "Nothing is spawning" she stated practically. Poor Sharon... bad at meataphors and puns. "I don't need blankets. I don't need socks!" she huffed. "It's sealed. The laundry room is closed!" she angrily announced. "If they don't want me to have clothes, I won't wear clothes!" she claimed proudly. This was very reminicent of Sharon's beginnings at the school. She didn't quite understand the idea of modesty. It took some very awkward, long sessions to convince her clothes were a very essential part of normal, human decorum. Now, she threw it all in the wind because the laundry room was locked.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to lean over and let out a sigh. "So what's brought this about? I thought you were enjoying them to some degree. Has something lead to a change in your mind or is it just the weather?" SHe would query over. "And has something else been on your mind lately? You haven't been out and exploring in awhile." She would croon over.. A hand going over to rub her over behind the girl's head. "And you need to do these sorts of things, dear.."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith 's eyes half-rolled in a juvinile fashion. "The room... is sealed." she stated. "It is too much work. So much work! What do I wear... a rug, a blanket? You picky picky, silly people!" she grumpily chastized. Her demeanor melting mildly at the caress. "It happened once before, but it was cold." she admitted. "This is such a silly form. I am sad you are stuck with it." she claimed with a side-glance
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would sigh, "Very well. But you must look halfway decent, and that means covering yourself, Sharon. And if you like otherpeople's clothes so much,w hy don't youa sk them to let you wear them? You don't need to grab things and discard them. That's rather rude." Continuing to pet.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith was still fuming. "I'll never look *decent* in skin." she huffed. Her grumpy demeanor fading at the gentle pets. "Always rude." she complained. "Give me these then." she said, tugging at Emma's jacket. She quickly corrected "Can I wear these please?" her blue eyes opening in a cute, kitten like fashion. There had to be some sarcasm with her statement, but it was hard to tell with Catseye, who's face and voice didn't have much nuance to it... She would be great at poker!
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would sigh, "Please do put some things on dear. It's one of those human things that we must adhere to. You agreed you would try at least." She would gesture at some of the things. "Please? I'll get you some fish for it." SHe would smile. Keeping up with the scritching.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith kept pulling at Emma's jacket, as though yanking on the fabric would convince her to turn the outfit over. She sat back again. "They sealed... the clothes room." she repeated. "And it takes so long to bring things back!" she complained as she slumped back on the sofa again. She crossed her ankles and lounged back lazily. "What kind of fish?" she asked in bemused speculation.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would lean back, "Well.. I'm sure that there's some tuna.. Perhpas if you're really good there will be some salmon from dinner a few days ago. It might not be fresh, however. So long as that's not an issue. But you hvae to put something on first. And if you're going to tkae my jacket I insist that you will have to keep it on and can't throw it away."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith flopped back on the sofa. Her hands folded over her belly. "I have to keep it on forever... and ever?" she asked, obviously teasing. "It seems like a long time for a silly jacket..." she added. "I'll eat birds" she mocked, narrowing an eye playfully at her before looking at the ceiling. "I can sleep and find clothes elsewhere..." she speculated.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would shake her head, "Not forever dear.. Just for the duration of your stay here this evening." She would shake her head over and going ot keep up with the scritching. "I presume you could but that would take time and effort, and you would have to go outside to do it."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith curled comfortably on the couch. "So specific." she criticized about the jacket loan. "I think... I will just stay like this. I will make a trend" she mused, staring out the window as she enjoyed the gentle scritching. "Or... I will find a bird."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would let out a sigh, "But hta'ts not quite appropriate for you, Catseye. It's one of those annoying things about being human. Yes, I know it doesn't make sense." SHe assures the girl she met almost as a feral.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith 's purple hair melted into a softer fluff of black fur. A small black cat clawed up the sofa to drag her hide along the side of Emma's arm. She took a very long, round-about path sliding against the other mutant before springing for the window to make her exit. The mind of a cat was difficult to comprehend. A cat clever enough to understand sarcasm is far more difficult to understand. The black cat looked back, its tail flicking briefly in the air before it sprang out of the open window to vanish from view.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to shake her head over and move to keep stroking over at Sharon before sh would dart out the window, "Enjoy your meal, silly thing." She would affirm to the small black cat and then settle back over and move to pickup the discarded folders she had been reviewing.