Room 206, Saturday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

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]]

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[yogurtvore]

"That's because you don't have a bra yet," Blue, who had taken this opportunity to dress quickly (in a dress she'd sewn together from pieces of old t-shirts). "It's fixable." More or less. "You don't have to wear a bra if you don't want to," she felt the need to add, "just, you know, you seem uncomfortable."

[dwarvenswagger]

"You have not proven false to me, so I will trust you on this," Thorin replied. Because he was big ol' drama queen.

Princess, at the moment.

[yogurtvore]

"We'll go shopping," Blue declared. "It'll be fun. Maybe."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I only hope we can find a clothier who can fit dwarves," he said with a quick smile.

And not, you know, clothing meant for the children of men.

[yogurtvore]

"They have all sorts of stuff at that place in town," Blue assured him. "I'm sure we can find something."

Consider who you were shopping with, Thorin, and fear.

[dwarvenswagger]

HE HAD NO IDEA HOW BAD IT COULD BE.

"I should hope they have decent enough fabrics as well." Men did dress a bit shabbily, after all.