Who:
chosenfake and
afonistWhat: Some de-plushing after a month-long loss.
When: Friday evening.
Where: Luke's room (forgot the number /fml)
Rating: G
Losses are a funny thing at times. In most cases they are either humiliating to the victim or end up causing quite a bit of damage to said victim and even other castle residents. For Tear, she had managed to escape on both when the castle had suddenly, and without warning, transformed her into a plush doll for over a month. And in that time she couldn't speak or do much of anything escape simply sit around on the red-head's bed whenever he was carrying her anywhere.
It had been another typical night. One not unlike when she had first turned into a doll to begin with either. As it would seem the castle seemed to have grown bored of keeping her in this inanimate form because in the blink of an eye --that is if a plush could blink-- the fonist suddenly felt fresh air filling her lungs as eyes widened in surprise when her body reverted back to normal from her spot on Luke's bed.
"-- W- what?"