The... girl?... in the blue suit // Half-Life!Genderswap // A bar-shaped space
The door to Milliways opens, and darkness spills into the bar from beyond, before the door shuts automatically behind the man. He straightens his tie, brushes invisible flecks of dust off his suit, and heads to the bar, briefcase in hand.
"He-" hick "-LOoo, my old Friend. It's been quite a long--" hick "--time, has it not?"
The bar doesn't respond, per se; instead, it produces a single mint, wrapped in a very attractive foil.
The look on the man's face is almost happy, as if the one controlling the muscles is not at all sure what function they are supposed to perform.
"Why... THANK you."
The man unwraps the mint slowly, cautiously, and then directs it to his mouth with a shaking hand.
And then, suddenly, he is not a man at all.
"Well," she says, after taking a fragile, gasping breath, "we'll just see--" hick "about THAT."
[[Open literally forever. Eeee.]]
"He-" hick "-LOoo, my old Friend. It's been quite a long--" hick "--time, has it not?"
The bar doesn't respond, per se; instead, it produces a single mint, wrapped in a very attractive foil.
The look on the man's face is almost happy, as if the one controlling the muscles is not at all sure what function they are supposed to perform.
"Why... THANK you."
The man unwraps the mint slowly, cautiously, and then directs it to his mouth with a shaking hand.
And then, suddenly, he is not a man at all.
"Well," she says, after taking a fragile, gasping breath, "we'll just see--" hick "about THAT."
[[Open literally forever. Eeee.]]