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║ thirty-eighth stanza ║ text | action for apartment

[Todd woke up early today, perhaps disturbed from his sleep by the fact that something was just not right, and discovered upon waking that he was, in fact, now a she. Upon making this discovery, he opted to retreat into the spare bedroom, where he has since been hiding out... and fully intends to remain for the rest of the day. Early on, he does make the following post.]

[text post]

I'm not really feeling very well, so I think I'm going to stay in today.

I'm sure the library will be fine, of course... I just wanted to let everyone know.

That's all.

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[The tone in Neil's voice is more than enough to make Todd immediately guilty - he didn't see a choice other than to go hide, given the state he found himself in upon waking. Obviously that left Neil alone with no explanation... which is something Todd would have realized if he hadn't been panicking.

So he gets up, walks to the closed door, and does his best to force his voice down to its normal range. It's a valiant effort, and mostly successful.]

I'm here.

Todd.

[The relief is palpable as he stops short, and guessing correctly at the origin of that answer walks over to lean against the other side of the door.]

You scared the hell out of me.

I'm sorry...

[The pained expression, and the effectiveness with which his furrowed eyebrows and pursed frown translate over to his new face, is wasted on the door, but it isn't a strictly voluntary response.]

I-- I didn't mean to.

I know. I mean, just--

[He stops, takes a deep breath. Todd sounds a little squeaky but that's probably just nerves, right?]

What's wrong? Why are you in here?

[There's a long pause, and he clears his throat, trying to keep his voice from sounding too feminine. It's difficult to keep it up, but even if it's obvious that he can't keep this from Neil all day, it's more than a little disconcerting to hear yourself speak and hear a voice that sounds nothing like your own.]

I'm cursed.

[He actually laughs a little at that, though without much humor.]

How bad can it be? C'mon, Todd...

It's awful.

[Oh god, that whine came out sounding far too girly for his own comfort. Not entirely squeaky, but certainly not at the level he managed to keep it at when he was paying more attention.]

[There's a long, long silence here, as he ponders your squeaky woe.]

What happened?

[Siiiigh.]

I'm not... me.

If you know you're not you, then you're you in the way that matters.

Well, yes, I mean-- I'm still me, but--

[Fine. He cracks the door slightly, one blue eye peeking through and not much beyond that.]

You know what I mean.

[Well the eye looks about right, and he can't get a good look at anything else. His brow furrows stubbornly.]

As long as you're yourself, you know, mentally, I don't care.

Edited 2010-08-22 23:09 (UTC)

[His brow lowers a bit - perhaps a thinner, more arched brow than you'd be used to seeing, Neil.]

I care. I'm in the wrong body.

[He steps back from the door, no longer visible but it's still cracked. Come and see if you dare.]

[Neil is nothing if not bold, and so he pushes the door open a bit further and... stops short, after sticking his head in, because... wow.]

O-oh...

[He's not just a girl, he's a rather irritated-looking girl, looking down and off to a side with a tight frown. He's still wearing his pajamas, though they hang a bit over his now-slighter build. The perfectly styled bob looks rather out of place with the ensemble, but apparently the City decided he needed that.]

... yeah.

I-- you...

[He absently wonders whether this would be less or more awkward if they weren't... more than friends.]

I'm sorry, that's just... Are you all right? I mean, otherwise...

[That's a hard one to call. The fact that they're more than friends is certainly making him a bit more sensitive to the fact that he woke up as a girl.]

Yeah. I'm...

[He releases a puff of breath as he rolls his eyes before glancing at Neil.]

I guess I'm okay, I'm just...

[He flings a hand out to his side, generally indicating his displeasure at his current state. That state being that he's a girl. You may have noticed.]

[He tilts his head looking at Todd, wondering whether it would be any better if he pointed out that Todd is at least pretty. Worse, probably, so he cleverly doesn't say anything.]

Well at least, you know, you're still... human, and stuff.

[He's a little bewildered and a little relieved to find that he doesn't particularly like this. He'd much rather have Todd be Todd.]

[Good choice, Neil. That would probably not help in the least.]

Well... I do like having thumbs.

[There's a weak smile, without a lot of humor behind it. He knows it could be worse, but that doesn't mean he's too keen on it.]

And you're still able to talk, and open doors and everything.

[He's glancing at the floor quite a bit, this is just weird.]

You'll be all right, right? It's just til midnight.

Yeah. I'm fine.

[Just completely freaked out. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Also looking at the floor again.]

Midnight isn't that far away.

[Yes it is. Or at least it feels like it.]

[Neil smiles, though it's a bit pained. He'd give Todd a hug or something under normal circumstances; but it seems like it might cause more trouble than it soothes, today. This doesn't bother him, not really; but things are complicated enough between them.]

I'll go make tea, all right? We can just... try to get through today as normally as possible.

[He nods slightly, glancing back up with a tiny smile. Not happy, but small and silently reassuring. Letting Neil know he really is all right - or at least that he will be.]

Yeah. That sounds good.

Okay. Good.

[He takes a step back, nodding, before he turns around and heads for the kitchen, trying not to feel strange and self-conscious. Todd's still Todd, after all, even if he doesn't look like himself.]

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║ thirty-eighth stanza ║ text | action for apartment

[in ur house... hiding.]

[in ur house... still worrying.]

[in ur house... still hiding. forever.]

[in ur house... never not worrying]

[in ur house... feeling terrible but still hiding]

[in ur house... not gettin it, sry dudette]

[in ur house... so not opening the door]

[in ur house... maybe wising up to you]

[in ur house... really wishing he had his own vocal cords]

[in ur house...bein idealistic and cute]

[in ur house...cracking the door a tiny bit]

[in ur house...not quite gettin it]

[in ur house...really not wanting to say this outright]

[in ur house...pretty much stunned]

[in ur house...possibly hating this even more now]

[in ur house... more weirded out than he expected]

[in ur house... reconsidering whether he should use that token]

[in ur house... looking uncomfortable]

[in ur house... looking uncomfortable]

[in ur house... looking uncomfortable]

[in ur house... looking uncomfortable]

[in ur house... looking uncomfortable]

[in ur house... looking uncomfortable]

[in ur house... looking uncomfortable]