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dwarvenswagger) wrote2015-06-06 12:42 pm
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Room 206, Saturday Morning
When Thorin awoke this morning, he found himself in possession of a number of things that he did not normally have. Chief among them being a bosom.
He squawked indignantly, touching his suddenly bountiful chest and then face to find that he managed grow a fuller beard as a female than as a male. Which. Um. Unfair and rude. But only par for the course since fate was ever cruel to him.
With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, wincing as the movement caused things to bounce. He needed to find something to bind his chest down.
[[Door closed, post totally open]]
He squawked indignantly, touching his suddenly bountiful chest and then face to find that he managed grow a fuller beard as a female than as a male. Which. Um. Unfair and rude. But only par for the course since fate was ever cruel to him.
With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, wincing as the movement caused things to bounce. He needed to find something to bind his chest down.
[[Door closed, post totally open]]
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"Very well," Cassandra said easily.
She took a few steps back out of the room. "How have you been, your... present state... notwithstanding?"
She was not fantastic at small talk, but she had been spending an inordinate amount of time talking to Garik lately, and she could try.
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"Very little has changed. It has been quiet until today."
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"These events are common?"
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"It was trying," she repeated.
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"How helpful you are," he teased gently.
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... That was teasing. Ish.
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"Were they humiliating? I had no idea."