Delia frowns and looks down the hallway. She groans and grumbles to herself as she shifts into a bear and carries him by the scruff of his shirt back to her room. "Idiot," she huffs as she shifts into her own form and drops him on the floor and claims her own bed.
Delia frowns at the strange marks. "As if this can't get any weirder. This is some weird lucid dream, it has to be," she mutters as she tries to decipher the lines.
Delia makes a small noise of irritation and shuts her book. “Your in my room because you fell asleep in the middle of the hallway and I didn’t want you to be anyone else’s problem so here you are. Done?”