It's that time of the month! ...Again!
This one, Duo didn't mind so much. At least he looked the same as he had the last... what... two? Three times this had happened? Two? He was pretty sure it was two. It was possibly worrying that he wasn't, like, one hundred percent sure how many times he'd woken up as a girl, but regardless, it always felt like a fun kind of vacation. He even had his girl uniform- boxers, tank top, boots, and today he was cruising down the beach, braid whipping lightly about in the wind behind him, on the hoverboard he'd inherited from Dylan, pony-sized wolf following at what probably amassed to an easy jog. He had a sack slung over his shoulder that was bulging with scrap and some wrenches and was sporting a pretty nifty pair of shades.
And there it was, like a monolith against the sky, sitting gleaming and raw under the sun. A freaking ginormo block of what looked, probably, to anyone else like some typical metal alloy but what Duo knew by the smell, by the grain, by the fact that it was freaking sitting there-
"Gundanium," he whispered, eyes wide behind the sunglasses. He dropped the back and went trippingly off the board which teetered then floated dejectedly over the sand dune, sans rider. Duo sprinted unevenly over the beach until he came to a sharp stop in front of it, and brought his hands up. The metal was cold, icy under the tropical sun and over the warm sand. Fucking brilliant.
"Yes," he whispered, then gave a hollar and jumped around a bit, which was interested, since he had opted to go braless.
"HELLS TO THE YES!"
[NDPD gift of raw Gundanium alloy! Also, Duo dress wholly inappropriately. Old and new and all alike are most welcome.]