[There's a nice, bold chuckle that is very unLucy. In fact, it is very unfemale. The newly minted Dr. Lucien Crescent, breaker of hearts and lazy scientific prodigy has arrived.]
So... will the lucky lady I've apparently been sharing a room with mind trading me a few of these skirts for, say, a pair of pants?
I mean, it's not that I'm so selfish as to hide my... assets from the world, but really now? Running about au naturale is a bit uncouth, wouldn't you say?
[Yep, he's got no idea he used to be she. occ: will be tagging with
intimacyphilic .]