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It's probably best that he slept in very little. Oddly enough, it wasn't even anything dramatic that woke him. It was the sensation of just being... very cold all of a sudden. He rolled over idly, to find his feet were sticking out from under the blanket. Not unusual, as he tended to pull the darn things up to his chin when the AC was cranked, and they never really did make these things long enough. He tugged it down by using his feet to kick at it, but somehow it just felt short, even in his sleep addled state. He tried turning it sideways, thinking that was the problem, and... no. Somehow worse. He sat up, and manually adjusted the blanket, but. Somehow it was off. He finally just muttered a soft 'fuck it' and moved to lay back down, only to smack his head on the headboard with the clatter of... antlers on wood? Nnh. That's what it sounded like. How the ever loving--
A hand to his sore head revealed the problem. Somehow, horns were sprouting from his skull.
That woke him up properly. He bolted out of bed entirely, and headed for the bathroom. His room was intentionally pitch black, but he did notice, soon as he stepped into the hall, that it was clear what had happened. Some weird magic anon shit finally managed to find him. If the gray skin wasn't a telltale sign, the purple eye staring back at him certainly was a pretty solid giveaway. Hn.
He did sit there and do a couple of turns in the mirror, looking things over. Hm. Well. Would this put a damper on his plans with Etoile? ...Well. It might. But. Odds are, no. Just... complicates things? Maybe?
He headed back to his room, and picked up his phone. 'Hey. We still on for today? ...I um. Maaaaay need a quick troll anatomy lesson if so,' he texted.
A hand to his sore head revealed the problem. Somehow, horns were sprouting from his skull.
That woke him up properly. He bolted out of bed entirely, and headed for the bathroom. His room was intentionally pitch black, but he did notice, soon as he stepped into the hall, that it was clear what had happened. Some weird magic anon shit finally managed to find him. If the gray skin wasn't a telltale sign, the purple eye staring back at him certainly was a pretty solid giveaway. Hn.
He did sit there and do a couple of turns in the mirror, looking things over. Hm. Well. Would this put a damper on his plans with Etoile? ...Well. It might. But. Odds are, no. Just... complicates things? Maybe?
He headed back to his room, and picked up his phone. 'Hey. We still on for today? ...I um. Maaaaay need a quick troll anatomy lesson if so,' he texted.
