Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (
nookiepowered) wrote2011-09-24 01:15 pm
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23 Sphinx, Saturday Morning
Bo didn't like that a weekend wakeup -- before she even opened her eyes -- of "at least it couldn't be worse than last Saturday" was starting to become habitual.
Know what she disliked even more than that? When she was wrong.
"What the *&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1!?" She said it before the mirror, she said it to the mirror, she said it after the mirror. Then to her closet -- how the hell was she going to go to work like this? -- but by that time she'd at least managed to cut off the What the...
Then she said, "*&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1! I need pants!" but that was to her phone.
[OOC: for the dude on the other end of the line.]
Know what she disliked even more than that? When she was wrong.
"What the *&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1!?" She said it before the mirror, she said it to the mirror, she said it after the mirror. Then to her closet -- how the hell was she going to go to work like this? -- but by that time she'd at least managed to cut off the What the...
Then she said, "*&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1! I need pants!" but that was to her phone.
[OOC: for the dude on the other end of the line.]
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Nonplussed, but casual. Much, much stranger things had happened to him in times long past.
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Forgive the slight lack of sanity re: not identifying herself.
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...which he'd rather not think about right now. "Oh, so it's supposed to be a theft?" he asked, sounding incredulous now. Well, and a little try: "You could at least have the decency to turn up. Ever heard of a lazy kleptomaniac?"
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"Now there's an ontological dilemma."
Beat.
"I'm hanging up."
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Oh.
Scusi, por favor.
OH.
"This is Bo!"
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Mitchell moved his thumb away from the 'end call' button, and asked, quite reasonably:
"Swapping genders again?"
Really, since coming to Fandom, he was quickly striking the last few remaining squares off his 'Shock and Awe' bingo card.
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With that, he... did actually end the call.
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Which didn't mean she'd actually have the robe on when he arrived, mind. Now that she wasn't spazzing out, well.
She was here. (With alterations.) And so was a mirror. "...Hunh."
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On his way out, he also snagged two bottles of beer.
He showed up at her house with three minutes to spare, and... knocked.
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"So apparently if I were a guy, I'd be the facial hair kind of a guy," Bo said.
She'd also be the red silk kimono kind of a guy, though.
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So rather than voice anything of the kind, he offered her a beer, first. "You can shave later."
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He slid past her into the house.
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That was an invitation, yes. "Or my flat."
He flopped down on the sofa himself.
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To...someone. It probably seemed entirely fair to Mitchell.
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Yes, the 'tits, yay' one.
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"And now you've swapped them out for a differently-gravitating organ," Mitchell said, helpfully. "I'd say... try to keep pissing sitting down. It's too tricky for the weekend."
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Not that she was going to listen to that advice, because if she was stuck with the thing for two days, she should at least be able to say she'd done something useful with it.
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"...Oh, fuck. I'm a succubus. Do you know how hard it is to not ...need adjusting--" Except when she was a girl, of course, she didn't. "--ninety percent of the time?"
Don't answer that by looking, Mitchell. It will only lead to tears.