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[no_more_denying]

WHO: Hidaka Ken (no_more_denying), Tsukiyono Omi (truthandfreesia), possibly Youji later, who knows~
WHAT: Ken really hates the journals sometimes. This is one of those times. Genderswitch!
WHERE: Weiss HQ
WHEN: Day 137 (backlog)

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[truthandfreesia]

Omi couldn't have been luckier to have not been a cat, or curiosity would have rolled him right over, flat as a pancake, onto the floor of their house. There was a want-- a need, even (and certainly not one he disliked)-- to be there to support his friend, but there was no denying the curiosity-- that evil, tempting little thing.

"Ken?" He asked, knocking softly on the door before he nudged it open with his forehead, to peek his head inside. His gaze remained fixed on the floor. "Is it all right if I come in?"

[no_more_denying]

"...yeah, it's fine." Ken sat up, looking over toward the door. He was tangled up in a blanket, uncomfortable without the extra layer hiding him. It didn't help the fact that he felt (and knew he was) much smaller than he was used to. His clothes hung loosely in strange places, and clung tighter in others.

[truthandfreesia]

He waved as he entered the room and closed the door behind him, waving his fingers nervously. "I thought I'd...." Already, he was tensing up, and as he finally looked up to see his friend tangled in the blankets, he swallowed hard. Why was he so nervous? 'Ah, Omi, it's only Ken. He's just ... a she now.' "...Drop by and see how you were doing." Smiling, he scratched at the back of his head.

"Aren't you hot under that blanket?"

[no_more_denying]

"I'm fine." Ken shrugged, blanket sliding down off one shoulder. "Just...really damn uncomfortable." He had to admit to that much. This was strange. Really damn strange. "I'm just...going to stay here until I'm back to fucking normal."

The blanket was pulled tighter around Ken's shoulders. "Not really." That was a lie, it was almost unbearably hot underneath it, but Ken felt like being childish.

[smokeandwires]

This was too much. Youji thought that he might actually die laughing, but he needed to see the evidence first.

Ken would probably turn into one of those sporty types, the ones who usually tried to act tough, but had a soft side. Youji actually had to pause in his thoughts, realizing for a second how disgusting it really was to imagine Ken as a girl and as what type to boot.

It didn't matter. With absolutely no shame, he opened the door and walked inside.

[truthandfreesia]

As the blanket slid off Ken's shoulder, Omi made a point to look away, laughing softly. Suddenly, he realized, this was a lot stranger than he thought it'd be, and he hadn't even seen anything.

"I-- Youji!" Omi immediately shot up to his feet, confused, flushed, and looking all too guilty, despite having done nothing questionable at all. "I was just, uh ... I was checking on Ken."