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Room 507, Thursday Morning
Sep. 25th, 2008 04:26 amThere were very few things that threw Ronan for a loop quite like this; invariably, the response, when urgency (or, more properly, lack thereof) permitted, was the same.
Tea.
Ergo, when Ronan awoke to find hismelf in an (admittedly rather attractive, if he did say so himself) female body, he immediately got up to put on the kettle.
Wake up as a girl? TEA, DAMMIT.
So he was enjoying a nice, steaming cup of chamomile tea. Chamomile was soothing, after all, and he rather thought that 'soothing' would be the order of the day.
Give him a moment.
"DAMMIT, FANDOM. GIVE ME MY BODY BACK."
Perhaps another cup of chamomile tea might be in order.
[Door is slightly ajar, post is all the way open! I should so be asleep right now. Seriously. ... And, in fact, I probably will be before long. I'll pick up any pings in the morning. :D ]
Tea.
Ergo, when Ronan awoke to find hismelf in an (admittedly rather attractive, if he did say so himself) female body, he immediately got up to put on the kettle.
Wake up as a girl? TEA, DAMMIT.
So he was enjoying a nice, steaming cup of chamomile tea. Chamomile was soothing, after all, and he rather thought that 'soothing' would be the order of the day.
Give him a moment.
"DAMMIT, FANDOM. GIVE ME MY BODY BACK."
Perhaps another cup of chamomile tea might be in order.
[Door is slightly ajar, post is all the way open! I should so be asleep right now. Seriously. ... And, in fact, I probably will be before long. I'll pick up any pings in the morning. :D ]