Thea came traipsing down from her room, completely unaware of Bar's nefarious plottings. She was wearing a denim Happy Bunny minidress...until she got near the bottom of the stairs
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Thea blinked at her slowly...and then shrugged. "I can get run over by a steamroller now, put my thumb in my mouth, blow myself back up and be completely fine?" she replied cheerily.
"Besides, I don't see what you're complaining about. You've certainly got the legs for it." Thea was rather pro-skimpiness herself--beeeeg surprise there.
"Well, no. I'm an embodied spirit, so I don't really die. Not permanently, anyway. Death sometimes takes my friends' bodies away, and that's never fun--but even then she's just doing her job. Actually, the rumor is that she's a real sweetie."
She smiled guilelessly and shrugged. "You're welcome." Ambling over, she said, "Sorry. I'm Thea. I am one of those few-unexpressed-thoughts beings. That said, if it really bugs you, why not grow those boots into a pair of leather pants?"
Thea gave the fellow in the in-no-way-a-tux look like she was imagining him in a light tangerine glaze. Call it habit. Then she smiled broadly. "Oh, this is Bar's doing?"
Toon bodies were convenient. She could walk all day in the high-heels-of-doom and neither slip nor get blisters. And there was definitely a bit of laws-of-physics-defying going on. "I think I could get used to this. Just...don't haul out the turpentine, mmkay?"
"Bar dresses people uip occasioanlkly, for fun, with full body makeovers and physics suspended for the day. On Halloween, and Mardi Gras... and on some birthdays... sometimes on the 4th...."
"Hey Nathan. I'm usually Thea. And not a Toon. Not that I particularly mind, actually. I wonder what I can do besides going 2-D?" She considered, then concentrated really hard on her sudden Toonness.
A spotlight speared down on her out of nowhere, an old-fashioned mic sprouted from the floor, and there was suddenly a slowly-whirling ceiling fan dangling from the rafters.
She opened her eyes and looked around. "Oooookay. Apparently I can sing torch songs."
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Piper waves her hand in dismissal. "So what?"
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"Besides, I don't see what you're complaining about. You've certainly got the legs for it." Thea was rather pro-skimpiness herself--beeeeg surprise there.
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"You're not afraid of death or anything are you?"
She glances down at her legs and then back at Thea.
"Uh.
Thanks."
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She smiled guilelessly and shrugged. "You're welcome." Ambling over, she said, "Sorry. I'm Thea. I am one of those few-unexpressed-thoughts beings. That said, if it really bugs you, why not grow those boots into a pair of leather pants?"
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"Bar does love her surprises."
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Toon bodies were convenient. She could walk all day in the high-heels-of-doom and neither slip nor get blisters. And there was definitely a bit of laws-of-physics-defying going on. "I think I could get used to this. Just...don't haul out the turpentine, mmkay?"
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"Bar dresses people uip occasioanlkly, for fun, with full body makeovers and physics suspended for the day. On Halloween, and Mardi Gras... and on some birthdays... sometimes on the 4th...."
He grins and nods to her.
"When I am not garbed oddly, I'm Nathan."
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A spotlight speared down on her out of nowhere, an old-fashioned mic sprouted from the floor, and there was suddenly a slowly-whirling ceiling fan dangling from the rafters.
She opened her eyes and looked around. "Oooookay. Apparently I can sing torch songs."
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