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"Oh, Goddammit."

Roxie has discovered that she is not, in fact, Roxie, but someone else who happens to be currently occupying her spot.

((In this post—players become stuck in the bodies of their characters on the meatship! Oh my!))

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:|||| "Not to not to be rubbing in ze little-girl thing, comrade."

"Hey, in real life I'm 4'10". Don't talk to me about shortarseness." It's said sorta... weirdly cheerfully, too.

"...That's short."

"Tell me about it -_-"

"But now all you have to worry about is people with elf fetishes."

"...I didn't think of that."

BRB, poking at ears. ...Whoa. "These things are BIG."

"You could probably get some killer earrings on those."

"Ooh, yeah. A whole bunch, going the entire length..."

FLASH!

"...Preferably on Sheik. Because boys with a stack of jewellery and make-up and stuff are hot. Especially with his colouring."

"You are way too pretty when you act like that. Wait. Would that carry over?"

"You know, I have no idea?" And ignore how odd it is seeing Sheik bounce up on his toes, pace, and generally be unable to keep still.

And watching that induces an obvious grin. Weirdbut cute, on Roxie's face.

"You know, you look totally undignified."

"Pah, dignity is for losers." Let's try a few handstands!

And somewhere off in the distance, Sheik's sense of poise starts headdesking.

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