Body Swap~ >}
Who: Minagawa, Tamaki
What: Waking up, realizing they've been swapped, finding each-other, flipping out etc.
Where: Places
When: Day 103, morning
Rating: PG atm.
Minagawa awoke to gentle sunshine streaming in his window from between the curtains. He rolled over in bed and offhandedly thought that the bed seemed especially comfortable this morning. It might be worth a little bit of sleeping in. Though, it was strange that he didn't really want to sleep in. He felt fully rested, and that hadn't happened for a while. Not with all the preparations for the cafe he had done, or the simple fact that he was 23 years old and his body didn't handle late nights quite as well as it used to.
The chef slowly sat up in bed, and became aware that something wasn't right here. There was no way he would have fallen asleep in someone else's home, but this room was neither his apartment bedroom, nor living room, nor was it the kitchen of the bakery. It was much too... fancy. He got out of bed and wandered around the room, looking at the furniture and wondering if he even knew anyone with this type of taste. It felt strange though, to be walking around. He was lighter on his feet, possibly lighter in general. He could feel that he was thinner, and shorter, and...
Minagawa passed by a mirror and immediately jumped back to it, holding onto the sides of the dresser it was hanging above. He was BLOND, and a TEENAGER. A BLOND THIN TEENAGE NOT-ENTIRELY-JAPANESE ...wait... he knew this boy. Minagawa's rising (and needlessly dramatic) panic stopped all-together when he realized that the face staring back at his own belonged to none-other than the owner of the Host Club.
"Well, this is unexpected," he stated aloud very casually. He wondered if it might be his own fault that this had happened. All that baking... he might have lost track of what spells he was using and merged a couple, or simply have cast one wrong. He tapped his index finger against his lower lip for a moment before letting out a sigh.
"Oh well~" Not much he could do about it here.
Minagawa got dressed in the least frivolous looking outfit he could find, and began to make his way back in the direction of the Cafe and Home. He'd need his cook book spell-book, if he expected to fix the situation; as well as his cat. Though he really only needed Suke for the moral support. <3
What: Waking up, realizing they've been swapped, finding each-other, flipping out etc.
Where: Places
When: Day 103, morning
Rating: PG atm.
Minagawa awoke to gentle sunshine streaming in his window from between the curtains. He rolled over in bed and offhandedly thought that the bed seemed especially comfortable this morning. It might be worth a little bit of sleeping in. Though, it was strange that he didn't really want to sleep in. He felt fully rested, and that hadn't happened for a while. Not with all the preparations for the cafe he had done, or the simple fact that he was 23 years old and his body didn't handle late nights quite as well as it used to.
The chef slowly sat up in bed, and became aware that something wasn't right here. There was no way he would have fallen asleep in someone else's home, but this room was neither his apartment bedroom, nor living room, nor was it the kitchen of the bakery. It was much too... fancy. He got out of bed and wandered around the room, looking at the furniture and wondering if he even knew anyone with this type of taste. It felt strange though, to be walking around. He was lighter on his feet, possibly lighter in general. He could feel that he was thinner, and shorter, and...
Minagawa passed by a mirror and immediately jumped back to it, holding onto the sides of the dresser it was hanging above. He was BLOND, and a TEENAGER. A BLOND THIN TEENAGE NOT-ENTIRELY-JAPANESE ...wait... he knew this boy. Minagawa's rising (and needlessly dramatic) panic stopped all-together when he realized that the face staring back at his own belonged to none-other than the owner of the Host Club.
"Well, this is unexpected," he stated aloud very casually. He wondered if it might be his own fault that this had happened. All that baking... he might have lost track of what spells he was using and merged a couple, or simply have cast one wrong. He tapped his index finger against his lower lip for a moment before letting out a sigh.
"Oh well~" Not much he could do about it here.
Minagawa got dressed in the least frivolous looking outfit he could find, and began to make his way back in the direction of the Cafe and Home. He'd need his cook book spell-book, if he expected to fix the situation; as well as his cat. Though he really only needed Suke for the moral support. <3