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[awful_awkward]

[Not exactly the picture of manliness to begin with, Abel doesn't actually seem all that different. And the fact that he's almost always under three or four layers of clothing and still sporting that lanky, barely athletic frame helps considerably

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[piousmage]

...Is... Is everything all right, Mister Abel?

[awful_awkward]

[still trying desperately to temper his voice, and hiding further under the blanket] I, uh--Yes. It's just fine. I'm just fine! There's absolutely nothing to worry about, here.

[piousmage]

Really...? Are you getting a cold maybe? Your voice sounds awfully strange! ...Hmm!

Are you really sure it's not a cold? You're all covered up, too.

[awful_awkward]

Ah, nonsense! I never get sick! [eep, hand over mouth -- that sounded awfully feminine]

It, it's nothing, really. Please don't worry about me!

[impropertalk]

I'm with you, there.

[Not enjoying being a woman. >(]

[awful_awkward]

Ehh, I'm glad someone is still sane here, then..!

[impropertalk]

Still sane, but the entirely wrong gender...

[awful_awkward]

Terribly wrong. I think I'll just catch up on studying that blank patch of wall until I can be myself again.

[ad_perditionem]

...you, too?

Geeze. Template is in overdrive.

[awful_awkward]

[mumble, sigh] Yes, me, too.

[a pause, and then--oh wait, what] Excuse me, Miss, but do we even know each other?

[ad_perditionem]

Abel, it's, uh. It's me. Sam. Sam Winchester? I, uhm. Usually don't have breasts, either. And I'm usually taller. And, well, not female.

[awful_awkward]

Uh. Oh. [dies of embarrassment a little more] Well I had kind of assumed that you didn't usually... That. And, so. Right. My mistake.