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[afonist]

Who: chosenfake and afonist
What: Some de-plushing after a month-long loss.
When: Friday evening.
Where: Luke's room (forgot the number /fml)
Rating: G

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[chosenfake]

The loss was about to become very humiliating. When Tear changed back, Luke was cuddling the plushie and trying to sleep. He'd had a rough couple of days, if one included the Halloween fiasco (which he did). Going to work didn't help. Even being with Subaru didn't help. And without Tear to comfort him save the softness of her little felt body...

... softness made real. That's right. Luke's green-blue eyes opened wide as he realized his face was buried in something very warm and smooth. And bouncy. And his legs were tangled with-- someone else's?! Luke gave a shout and rolled off his (very naked [and very attractive {but also very naked}]) girlfriend- right onto the floor.

"T- Tear!!"

[afonist]

"Luke!!"

The young woman was still disoriented for a moment longer as she brought her hand to her head, trying to get her thoughts to stop circling so quickly in her mind. While she was a doll she was aware of her surroundings, but it was still one heck of a shift between being fabric and stuffing to flesh and blood.

At first she was confused to see the red-head on the floor. An immediate feeling of concern came to mind, especially as she sorted out the chain of events. He had been telling her what happened (all which did deserve comfort) and was hugging her close. Then the castle's prompt timing came into effect, she changed back, and the--

Wait. Something was missing. She knew it was the fall weather but it still felt colder than it should have. It wasn't until she looked down at herself did her face flush a shade of red even brighter than her boyfriend's hair as she grabbed the top blanket and pulled it over the front of her body.

"What on Auldrant happened to my clothes!?"

[chosenfake]

Luke thought it was best to hug the floor and cower at the moment. He really didn't want to get hit, not when they had such a good thing going. "I-I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Stupid castle. Stupid, stupid castle! "Why don't you, um, borrow something out of my closet? I don't mind." She'd look good in just about anyth- okay, enough of that.

[afonist]

He didn't have to tell her twice! Still clinging the blanket to her body, she pulled it along form the bed as she rushed to his closet. This had surpassed every other embarrassing moment in her life. This was a whole new level to it!

She wasted no time in pulling articles of clothing from his closet. The pants were no problem, if only a little baggy on her legs. But when she dropped the blanket in favor of pulling one of his short-sleeve shirts she found it to be just a little bit too tight (this being one heck of an understatement).

"... I can't believe the castle would do this...!"

[chosenfake]

Out of harm's way by now, Luke carefully got to his feet and sat on the edge of his bed, back turned to Tear. Instead, he studied the random piece of artwork he had hanging on the wall. "I wouldn't put it past the castle, actually..."

He twiddled his thumbs as he waited for her to get decent.

"Um... do you remember anything?"

[afonist]

Despite having found some clothing that would do for now, Tear had crouched down to retrieve the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Bare feet hardly made a sound when she moved to sit down beside him.

"Nothing specific... well, I recall some times when you spoke to me, but everything feels more like a dream I was just awoken from."