[Thread: Euphemia, Leon, Selphie, Suzaku] I'm bringing sexy back~
Who: Euphemia il Britannia (sealyourfate), "Leon" [Selphie in Leon's body] (valourous), "Selphie" [Leon in Selphie's body] (anewlingo), Suzaku (white_knight11)
What: DDR PARTY DX
Where: Game Room
When: Wednesday
Rating: PG
Notes: Order will be Me (my turn is in the cut), Fudge-kip, Darkiefoxie, and Tania :D
Leon resisted the urge to sigh, rub a scar that was not there, and pull on his shirt. Girl's clothing still felt weird on him, and while he had the body for it--as, contrary to popular belief, Selphie did have a girlish figure--it still didn't... feel right. He had tried to make up for it by wearing clothes he would of wore on his old body--the leather pants Selphie had in her closet, three matching belts, boots, and while Selphie didn't own a leather jacket, by chance he had found a black vest with a fur collar.
His shirt was still riding up, though.
For about the millionth time, he tugged it down and scowled at it until it appeared like it would stay put, and once that was done, lifted his head up to glare about the room. Why was he here again?
Oh, right.
Selphie.
His eyes found his body not too far from him, already bobbing to the music he assumed was coming from the rediculous looking machine, swinging her hips--his hips, goddamn it, that was his body--to it.
He scowled.
What: DDR PARTY DX
Where: Game Room
When: Wednesday
Rating: PG
Notes: Order will be Me (my turn is in the cut), Fudge-kip, Darkiefoxie, and Tania :D
Leon resisted the urge to sigh, rub a scar that was not there, and pull on his shirt. Girl's clothing still felt weird on him, and while he had the body for it--as, contrary to popular belief, Selphie did have a girlish figure--it still didn't... feel right. He had tried to make up for it by wearing clothes he would of wore on his old body--the leather pants Selphie had in her closet, three matching belts, boots, and while Selphie didn't own a leather jacket, by chance he had found a black vest with a fur collar.
His shirt was still riding up, though.
For about the millionth time, he tugged it down and scowled at it until it appeared like it would stay put, and once that was done, lifted his head up to glare about the room. Why was he here again?
Oh, right.
Selphie.
His eyes found his body not too far from him, already bobbing to the music he assumed was coming from the rediculous looking machine, swinging her hips--his hips, goddamn it, that was his body--to it.
He scowled.