[Some people may recognize this doll-like face sitting in Muraki's apartment from the last time he found this card. For others, it'll be a completely new thing. Either way, he doesn't seem bothered with the change.]
The city decided that my birthday would be marked in an interesting way this year. I can't complain much, as I have no problems with this body, but I felt obligated to tell people before they came to the clinic and found me looking like this. I'm still capable of treating anyone who drops by.
On another note, I've been thinking some things over. Everyone has morals and limits about what they will or won't do. What sort of thing would you never be able to do, no matter the reward or the certainty that nobody would ever find out?
[OOC: This post is totally open for threadjacking. If replies come from
nagasakivampire, it's because that journal has more sex swapped icons.]