You Better Work.

[fey_lawyer]

Now that Prior had established that the woman temporarily inhabiting his body wasn't going to do anything foolish (and he'd assured her that his body wasn't likely to give out with her in it... which was a bit of a sobering thought, really, since he was sure it would give out eventually, once it was safely back in his possession), he decided to

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[aint_weak]

"Oh, there you are," said Mia with some relief as she spotted her body...strutting down the corridor. She frowned, rubbing a palm across her face and wondering just what manner of person was inhabiting it.

"Who are you?" she asked, as politely as she could manage, considering the circumstances.

[fey_lawyer]

Prior stumbled a little in the doorway, startled. He didn't recognize the guy, but the way he was looking at him, and he obviously knew that he wasn't him--or rather, he wasn't her. Which made Prior suspect...

His hand flew up to his mouth. "Mia?"

[aint_weak]

"That's me," Mia confirmed, crossing her arms. The motion, familiar in her own body as well, probably seemed a little more intimidating in this one.

"I hope you haven't been doing anything hěnguài with my body," she said sternly. "Besides the obvious." The dress was quite nice, she had to admit, but not something she would normally wear unless she was trying to upset Phoenix.

[fey_lawyer]

"No!" Prior blurted. "No, no, no. I mean, I'm gay. The only interest I have in your body is how you wear your clothes. Seriously."

He cleared his throat (her throat?) and added, "I'm uh, Prior. Prior Walter." He offered her a sheepish smile and added, "I made the dress. It looks so nice on you, you can have it if you like it. Least I can do."