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Ken was storming through the streets and searching for someone, anyone who could either tell him he was or wasn't going crazy. It wasn't every day that you woke up as a woman. Blood dripped from his knuckles, or rather Loke's since this certainly wasn't his body. Apparently punching the wall when he looked like this wasn't the best plan. That should have been enough to tell Ken this was real, but he had no intention of just accepting it.
He spotted someone else a short distance away and hurried over. Damn body, it felt so awkward! "Oi! What the hell is going on here?!"
Crehador turned and looked... down. It was weird as this body was much taller than he was used to. A young woman, her hand bleeding, was rather brash in her words - not a victorian lady he surmised - unless she was in a similiar situation. But first thing was first, find out who this was.
"To which going on do you refer to, miss?" This world was full of those. He took her bloodied hand and reached into his jacket for a hankerchief to tie around her hand. "Are you alright? You're hurt..." He hated this voice, this accent.
Wha?! What the hell was going on here?! Why was he being taken care of and spoken to like this? He wasn't some fragile little girl that couldn't take care of herself! Ken yanked his hand away, fury seeping into his expression. "I'm not a woman! I'm not hurt that badly either!" Despite his words though, Ken kept the handkerchief tied around his hand. Such a stupidly small injury actually hurt...
"Not a woman? You certainly look like one." Ok, so this is another in someone else's body, and probably a man. Regardless, from his reaction, it seemed quite amusing to tease him. He didn't enjoy this body at all either, but at least the gender was the same. "Are you sure you don't want to get that injury cleaned properly?"
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Ken was storming through the streets and searching for someone, anyone who could either tell him he was or wasn't going crazy. It wasn't every day that you woke up as a woman. Blood dripped from his knuckles, or rather Loke's since this certainly wasn't his body. Apparently punching the wall when he looked like this wasn't the best plan. That should have been enough to tell Ken this was real, but he had no intention of just accepting it.
He spotted someone else a short distance away and hurried over. Damn body, it felt so awkward! "Oi! What the hell is going on here?!"
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"To which going on do you refer to, miss?" This world was full of those. He took her bloodied hand and reached into his jacket for a hankerchief to tie around her hand. "Are you alright? You're hurt..." He hated this voice, this accent.
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