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Oh dear God, no, Maebe had spotted her. ********.

Peyton actually cringed when the other blonde crawled over to snuggle up against her, and she lifted her head from Taym's shoulder to send a withering glare in Maebe's direction. Clothes on, she had little trouble shooting back idle banter and flirtatious comments. Naked? Nope. Nope, Peyton was not that classy. She did not do casual nudity, and coat or not, she was very aware of the fact that she was more or less naked.

She was uncomfortable enough with Maebe's presence that she actually squirmed her way out from the two bodies she was now sandwiched between, only to take up a spot between Taym's knees, his leg now acting like a barrier between herself and.. well, everyone, but mostly Maebe.

And because Taym had asked him to get something to cover her and America, and because Maebe's comment was just plain weird, Peyton looked up and around towards Kostya, only to choke. Small hands snapping up to press palms against her eyes. She heard movement, but it was on the opposite side to the other blonde, so she had to assume it was America. An assumption that proved right as she heard the red head's voice.

Noah had learned the hard way that kittens played hard and slept equally hard. His energy levels had bottomed out abruptly, and he'd flopped down in a pile of unraveled toilet paper to rest and promptly passed out, warm and comfortable in fur and a fluff of paper. Some time later, the chill of naked skin exposed to air woke him slowly. He groaned irritably and moved to curl up tighter and tuck his tail over his nose.

The tail didn't move. Wha -- wait. Wait. Just as suddenly as he'd fallen asleep, he returned to full and startled consciousness with the realization that he was no longer a kitten and that he was lying on the floor on a pile of toilet paper ... completely naked.

He bolted upright, his eyes darting around the hall as he felt his face turning brilliant red. Everyone was stark butt-naked. Except for Taym. Who had two cute mostly-naked girls leaning on him. The embarrassment of having looked overrode the indignation at the fact that Taym had escaped nudity, and Noah eeped and looked away again hastily, feeling the blush creeping down his neck. There was some other guy he didn't know who seemed to have managed to keep clothes on, but Noah tried not to look at him either, because this was the absolute worst way to meet someone new. Oh god.

Hands in front of his crotch in an attempt to conceal what was left of his modesty, he started sidling down the hall back towards the showers, where he'd left his clothes.

Maebe gasped with indignation, pulling back to make sure her nude body didn't fall on Taym when Peyton pulled away from her. She curled up and pouted - an epic effort, with a lower lip jutting so far out it was a crime. "Peyton." She gasped out. "You've gone and hurt my feelings.

This was a lie, but she sure was hamming it up as if it was true. She stood up and moved over to cuddle up with America, but her guilt trip continued with every step. Unfortunately, Maebe was distracted by something pretty walking down the hall. She watched Noah with keen, focused eyes, and slumped, legitimately saddened by her loss. Why did he have to be such a good boy?

"Hii, Noah." She waved her fingers at him playfully. "Very nice to see you." All of him, really. If she couldn't convince him to sully himself, at least she now had a cherished memory.

Lawr watched her as she moved closer without moving his head even an inch. The smile stayed completely rictus until she was nearby, his expression softening genuine and more familiar as he spoke in the dodgy American accent recognisable as Jan.

"Happy Trails missy." he purred, low and quiet, only for her ears as she passed and the cheeky edge of Jan's usual discourse was sharpened into a cold response.

I dare.

The smile didn't change.

Butch remained nothing but a ragged bandsaw snarl in his head.

America gave Maebe a fleeting moment of comfort, with her kiss. She didn't know why she needed comfort at the moment, but she appreciated it. Then it was gone, and America had abandoned her to find clothing. It was less of an abandonment than Peyton, but no less annoying. She watched the girl go, her head tilting as she enjoyed the view. She'd spared a moment to notice the pause for Jan as well, but she thought nothing of it.

Besides, Taym was getting up, and taking Peyton with him. Maebe found herself sitting on the floor, alone, and naked. Somehow, being naked didn't bother her unless she was alone. It was a reminder that no matter how attractive you could be, you weren't worth the effort.

And she knew from experience, with Taym, she was never worth the effort.

She was careful to turn away as soon as she realized she was watching Taym button Peyton up so carefully. It was important, she thought, to not watch that. Important not to notice, or care.

She was up before she knew what she was doing, sitting down beside the only other body nearby if only to keep from being alone. These were the correct priorities. It didn't matter who it was. She didn't even know the guy - and apparently, America knew him. Maebe was sure that meant he was harmless.

She said nothing to him. She just sat beside him, flush and uncaring, eyes turned up to see his reaction. While America might have dared him with her fierce and clever antics, Maebe's eyes held nothing of the sort. All they held was an almost unseen dash of hurt, and a keen awareness of whether or not this stranger wanted her gone - because if so, she was going to leave before he could say a word.

There were other avenues. She would just keep trying them.

It was the moment his eyes took the time to rake down her body, that Maebe began to relax. He was not about to turn her away - he was being lewd, and shameless, and she thanked God for him. In the light, he looked like a ghost, and there was something comforting about a man beside her who wasn't truly there. It meant he wouldn't stay, but he was there in the moment she needed him, and that meant he was perfect.

His words made her smile return in force, and she picked up his arm, and wrapped it around her shoulders. With one move, she'd claimed him as her crutch for a moment that was already starting to fade from her memory. She was perfectly fine, the way she was. Naked for the world to see.

"Howdy." What a silly little word. She cuddled up as close as she could, settling her head on his shoulder. "I hope you don't mind. It's kind of drafty in this hallway. I'm starting to feel a chill." His face looked soft, begging to be touched. She held back, for now. "I'd rather not be out here for too much longer."

Violet eyes peeked out through thin fingers at Maebe and her hurt feelings, and she gave the other blonde the look that comment deserved. She wasn't entirely certain Maebe had any feelings to hurt. She gave a huff, huddling in Taym's coat before look up up at him as he pointed out that her room was indeed right down the hall, and she took to hint to climb to her feet, tugging at the bottom of the coat. It hit her about mid thigh, as low as most of her shorts, but all the same she kept a firm grip on the hem to keep it in place. Until he was leaning in to fumble with the buttons on the back. "Thank you." She did appreciate the extra cover, and when he straightened up again she'd offer a smile. The first of the morning.

She hadn't missed Maebe's teasing comments fired at Noah though, and she glanced down the hall in the direction the other blonde had been catcalling. Eyes carefully focused well above chest level. She wasn't sure why, but she had the strong inclination to break Maebe's line of sight on him. Narrowed eyes settled on the other girl before jumping back to poor Noah's retreating back. "You okay Noah?"