Adopted Stray

[force_captain]

[Spam for Crichton]

[At some point, his inmate has found her way into John's quarters. She found him not in at the time, so she made herself at home. She pokes into his things, touches his clothes, and eventually decides that since his job is to assist her (twisted as it may be), then he could assist her by loaning her his amenities.

She strips off, a piece at a time, leaving a very short trail of red clothes to his bathroom, where she proceeds to take a nice long shower. The inmate showers served perfectly well, but there was a certain luxury in privacy.]

Comments

[force_captain]

Nothing fancy, dearie. I agreed to help him find a means of escape, and I go along for the ride.

[neverfeltbetter]

So where does drugging my food fit into that scheme?

[He's completely stopped noticing or caring that she's exposed lounging on his bed still. He's finally looking openly at her.]

[force_captain]

[That's fine, she's not exactly trying to pose for him at the moment. She's more concerned about snuggling up with his pillows.]

I have no idea. You'll have to ask him.

[neverfeltbetter]

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

[He needs another conversation with Scorpius like he needs a nail in his head.]

Now, how about you work on getting the rest of the way dressed? You've had your fun, party's over.