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Who: Sora!Nabooru, anyone else around
What: Nabooru's grudgingly trying to get used to being male, and looking for Bakura.
When: After the body-switcheroo
Where: The hotel; Nabooru's door is open.
Rating: Eh, most likely no higher than PG-13 due to Nabooru's cursing.
"...and I don't even have my scimitar on me. Shit," Nabooru muttered. As if it wasn't bad enough that when she'd been face to face against Bakura, he'd sprung some news about being a king of thieves and made her falter in her attack, but now she was a MALE? Just where in the hell was her own body?
Kicking her door open in frustration, Nabooru sat in the doorway, a hand in her newly-acquired green hair, and sighed, closing her eyes. Nothing better to do than listen to the bickering of other confused people, anyway.
Heh. Maybe if I'm lucky, someone who knows what to do will saunter on by, she thought sarcastically.
What: Nabooru's grudgingly trying to get used to being male, and looking for Bakura.
When: After the body-switcheroo
Where: The hotel; Nabooru's door is open.
Rating: Eh, most likely no higher than PG-13 due to Nabooru's cursing.
"...and I don't even have my scimitar on me. Shit," Nabooru muttered. As if it wasn't bad enough that when she'd been face to face against Bakura, he'd sprung some news about being a king of thieves and made her falter in her attack, but now she was a MALE? Just where in the hell was her own body?
Kicking her door open in frustration, Nabooru sat in the doorway, a hand in her newly-acquired green hair, and sighed, closing her eyes. Nothing better to do than listen to the bickering of other confused people, anyway.
Heh. Maybe if I'm lucky, someone who knows what to do will saunter on by, she thought sarcastically.