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Ah, that noise... She hated that noise. Such shrill ringing was enough to make her heart tear out of her chest and lap around the bedposts! Didn't she set her alarm clock to something more pleasant? Yes, the Fourth Nocture...
She was too tired to care, in any case. Grell rolled over, and with all of her displeasure willed into one mighty swing of the arm, she reached out to hit the noisy thing -- and found her body propelled into the empty space that should have been her bedside table! Body catching in a tangle of blankets, she tumbled to the ground with a masculine shout of surprise.
Wait, WHAT?!
Wide-eyed green eyes stared at the ceiling in shock, as she scrambled to free her arms, then desperately touching her face.These most certainly her not her dainty features! And her hair - her hair! It was so short! Even in her most masculine days before self-discovery, she hadn't had a short style since she was a young boy!
Desperation had her grasping at the bedsheets that she had fallen out of in an attempt to stand, finding herself to be quite awkward in the larger stature of her new body. First and foremost, she needed to find her glasses and shut off that alarm! The sound seemed to be coming from the other side of the bed, and logic had it that the frames would be nearby.
Oh, and after, she would find who was responsible for this and make them pay. Dearly.
As luck would have it, there were indeed glasses there, but they were... not her own. Squinting, she reached out to pick them up, opening them to observe as she sat back upon her heels, bed shifting. She knew those anywhere! William.
After a moment of thought, she slid them onto her face, and glanced around the room. This was, indeed, William's place... and it all was slowly coming together.
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Ah... Will? I believe that I have something that belongs to you! [ With the sweetest grin that a girl could manage, he pressed a hand to his cheek with a tilt of the head -- and then faulters. Slowly that smile fades into a look of shock and appall. ] Oh... goodness, that's rather terrifying, isn't it? [ Lightly pinching his own cheek, he pulls at it with a quirk of his mouth, eyes squinted at the screen as he observes his own video feed. ] Though stunningly handsome, your features don't suit me at all!
[ A huff, then, as he leans forward to rest his elbow on the table before the keyboard, chin plopped into an open palm. His hair is unstyled, messy over his eyes. ] This is so bothersome! Ah, and I did receive your message. There's no need to threaten me with such drastic measures just yet! Settle down, darling~. I'll be over to see you as soon as I find myself something decent to wear. Are you aware that most of the items in your wardrobe look frighteningly similar to the rest?
[ Sigh. He adjusts to stand, revealing the undershirt and sleeping pants that he still wore. ] Well, anyway, I'm assuming that this has affected the rest of R.C.A., as well? I certainly hope that's the case, otherwise I have a lot of explaining to do... [ He mumbles as he glances about the room, half-distracted. ] Ah well... If anyone is looking for me - Grell Sutcliffe - you now know how to find me~
[ Leaning over, a hand on his knee, he gives the camera one last smile before reaching out to touch the mouse. ] Wish me luck, classmates! This is going to be an interesting day!