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[behisstrength]

Characters: wavesoakedlegs & behisstrength
Location: 12 Olie Street, Phanga neighbourhood.
Time: Backdated to yesterday (Sunday), early in the morning.
Style: Action!
Status: CLOSED.

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[The movement and loss of warmth is enough to wake Mitsuhide up, though slowly. He stretches his arms before doing anything else and yawns lightly.]

My Lord?

[The question is asked sleepily, but the voice that speaks it is very clearly that of a woman; Mitsuhide's eyes open very quickly then, and widen when he sees his cursed lover. He stares for a few moments, taking in Motochika's female body, before sitting up and shifting his gaze to his own. Everything feels different.]

Good heavens...

[Raising a hand, he runs his fingers over his face as well and sighs lightly when he is done.]

A curse.

[behisstrength]

Yes.

[Motochika places his hands upon Mitsuhide's waist, then closes his eyes for a moment. Were curses returning to their old pattern again?]

I did not expect another to strike so soon after the last.

[He slides off of Mitsuhide. His hips are wider now, making his fundoshi tied up too tightly, so Motochika unknots and unwinds them and pulls the cloth free before casting it aside. He then crawls off of the mattress and walks over to Mitsuhide's wardrobe.]

Come, Mitsuhide. We should make use of my mirror.

[He turns his focus to Mitsuhide's kimono. His own clothing from yesterday is useless -- he does not need to try to squeeze into them to know that his fitted trousers will not fit his current body.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide watches Motochika for a few more moments, expression still betraying his astonishment, before making a reply.]

Very well.

[This is going to be one of those curses that he never gets used to before it ends. Mitsuhide turns and moves off of the bed, stepping onto the floor. His underkimono no longer fits him properly at all, but at least it still covers him up. Taking a few moments to adjust his obi first, Mitsuhide then walks over to his warderobe.]

We will have to go shopping today...

[Without a doubt. For the moment, Mitsuhide takes one of his kimono out and puts it on over the underkimono, fixing it into place as best he can.]

[behisstrength]

[Motochika also pulls out one of Mitsuhide's kimono and slips into it; he cannot walk around their house unclothed.]

Most certainly.

[He reaches out to take hold of Mitsuhide's hand, and marvels at their change as he links his fingers between his lover's in an entwined hold. He pulls Mitsuhide along as he walks. Even just walking feels strange. His balance is altered, his limbs and muscles are shaped differently, not to mention the effect movement has on his chest -- it's best not to dwell on right now. Casting another glance over Mitsuhide, Motochika instead says:]

Your hair has grown longer.