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Post by Clopin on Jan 10, 2011 23:40:04 GMT -5
Taylor walked off to her own dorm, apparently lost in her own thoughts. Time to work on that stupid Spanish assignment...oh well, Bob can help me if I need it.
Clopin opened the door almost too quickly, hearing Puck's footsteps from afar. Before the other boy could react, Clopin wrapped his arms around Puck, and dragged him into the room, before shutting the door behind him. "So, how were the pancakes?" Clopin asked nonchalantly, as if he had never acted like he had only two seconds ago.
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Post by Puck on Jan 10, 2011 23:45:01 GMT -5
Puck nearly had a heart attack at the force with which Clopin had suddenly grabbed him, gasping as the other pulled him into the room. His face going red as a tomato, Puck tried to react like a sane person, stuttering over his words as he spoke.
"F-Fine, just fine," he answered, still very close to the other. Suddenly, he shook his head, his mind finally taking control over what had just happened. "What the hell was that all about?" He gave a smirk, laughing slightly up at the other.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 10, 2011 23:49:10 GMT -5
"I should ask you the same thing. What was your reaction about?" Clopin said, laughing. "Isn't it obvious enough that I was somewhat worried for you? I mean, Prussia is...trustworthy, but only sometimes. So when I read the text over your shoulder, it seemed a little too suspicious. But I digress. I guess I'm just excited that you are staying here for the night." Clopin said, looking over to the clock with a small yawn. The blasted thing read 11:30, and he scowled a bit.
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Post by Puck on Jan 10, 2011 23:55:52 GMT -5
"As for my reaction, I think that it would have to do with the fact that you nearly gave me a stroke when you got so close all of a sudden," Puck laughed. "Wait a minute; you were reading my text over my shoulder?" Puck raised an eyebrow. That was a bit...unusual for Clopin to do. Still, it amused Puck that the other had been that worried, and it made him blush just a little more.
"You don't have to be so protective of me, love," Puck smiled. "I can take care of myself. Though, I'll admit that it is sort of...nice to have someone looking out for me," he said quietly, leaning up to gently kiss the other.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 11, 2011 0:04:44 GMT -5
"Now, don't give me that look. I don't read any your texts. What's yours is yours, and what's mine is mine. Only that particular one, because I recognized the number when I gave you your phone." Clopin said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And I understand you can take care of yourself...but the last thing I need is for you to get injured." Clopin said, gently kissing the other back for a moment, before floating directly over the other's head, and onto the bed.
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Post by Puck on Jan 11, 2011 0:10:33 GMT -5
Puck rolled his eyes with a smirk, floating after the other with a yawn. It was rather odd, he thought, that Prussia had asked he and Taylor over at such a late hour.
"Injured, please. I'm more likely to get injured by walking through your door, since you seem to feel the need to try an rape me every time I walk through the door," Puck laughed, curling up beside the other comfortably.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 11, 2011 0:16:58 GMT -5
"That's true...although...nevermind." Clopin said with a laugh, shaking his head softly as he wrapped his arms around Puck. "Now, I regret having to say this, but the Warden put me through a particularly difficult exercise routine today, to keep my agility up for when I kill those unfortunate souls they call Mary-Sues, and I'm awfully tired. But I promise, tomorrow morning, I'll make it up to you tomorrow." Clopin said.
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Post by Puck on Jan 11, 2011 0:24:00 GMT -5
Puck frowned slightly, but reluctantly nodded up at the other. "Alright. I suppose that I can wait," he smirked, reaching up to trail his fingers along the other's jawline familiarly. Puck could wait, alright. Though it was very difficult at times.
Reaching up again, he pulled the other's face closer to his own, pulling Clopin into a good night kiss with a content sigh.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 11, 2011 0:27:20 GMT -5
"Thank you for understanding, mon amour..." Clopin whispered quietly. Before he fell asleep, he kissed Puck back, as he set his head against the pillows, and turned off the light with one clap from his hands. The gypsy then turned on his side, facing Puck as he slept.
Meanwhile, Taylor herself had deemed Spanish homework to be too difficult, and Bob had volunteered to finish it. She readily agreed, and fell asleep immediately, completely unaware of the odd feeling in her stomach.
(OOC: I suppose you can start with Puck waking up in Taylor's body. XD)
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Post by Puck on Jan 11, 2011 0:35:23 GMT -5
The next morning, Puck blinked his eyes open sleepily at the first morning light, starting to roll over to shut out the brightness from the window of the room.
That was his first indication that something was wrong.
First of all, he realized that he was alone. At that realization, his eyes shot open rather quickly to see that he was laying on an entirely different bedspread as well, no, an entirely new bed. In an entirely different room as well...
Bolting upright in bed, Puck glanced around cautiously at the unfamiliar surroundings, realizing with a sickening dread that everything in the room looked strangely feminine. What had happened last night???
Putting a hand to his forehead, Puck pulled back at the unfamiliar feeling of bangs between his fingers. Brown bangs, if he were not mistaken. Puck suddenly held out his hands in front of him, eyes widening at the slightly different skin tone to them.
...But that wasn't the only different thing that Puck noticed that had changed when he looked down.
A female's scream could be heard throughout the next few dorms, belonging to none other than Puck...or at least, it used to be Puck.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 11, 2011 0:40:29 GMT -5
"OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!" Taylor screamed, as she nearly fell out of Clopin's arms. However, the scream caused him to wake up as well, and he gave her a confused look.
"Well, that was certainly a much-higher pitched scream than I've ever heard before from you, Puck. And what do you mean by what happened? We had a sleepover, that's what happened. Did you wake up from a nightmare?" Clopin asked, as he moved in closer to kiss the other.
Taylor pushed her body...or rather, Puck's body, away, hyperventilating as she did so. The body she was in was definitely male..that was for sure. Some parts were definitely not hers.
Meanwhile, back in Taylor's room, Bob shot up from his slumber, furiously shaking his head. "Taylor, did y'all hear that? What's going on in Clopin's dorm?" Bob asked, hopping up from his sleeping area.
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Post by Puck on Jan 11, 2011 10:48:10 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in Taylor's room down the hall, it hadn't taken Puck long to figure out just who's body he was in. He too had begun to hyperventilate, as he stared back at Taylor's reflection in the mirror. Okay, some things felt STRANGELY out of place on the boy's body, and just the thought alone was making Puck sick to his stomach.
"O-Okay, so I'm in a girl's body. Taylor's body," Puck said, trying to control his breathing. "Th-Then that means that Taylor...." His eyes widened at the realization of where the owner of this body must have been. He turned to the door, but stopped himself midstep, finally noticing in embarrassment that he was in some rather loose-fitting pajamas. He looked at the bathroom door dreadfully, but before he could even consider what he would have to do, he was startled by Bob waking up on the other side of the room.
"B-Bob, I'm not Taylor," the boy-er, girl, shook his her head. "I'm...I'm...WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" Puck grabbed at Taylor's hair, sinking to his knees.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 11, 2011 18:20:40 GMT -5
Bob gave Taylor a confused look, as he looked in the mirror. " 'Course you're Taylor, silly! You sound like yourself, and you look like yourself. Did y'all have a nightmare or something?" Bob asked, tilting his head. Before she could answer, Bob trotted off, bringing back Taylor's everyday clothes. And a bra.
"Here y'all go! Best get ready quickly, so we don't miss breakfast!" Bob said, once again trotting out of sight.
Meanwhile, the real Taylor was now stuck in a boy's body, and she was desperately trying to avoid Clopin's advances. She was glad for one thing, and it was having Puck's voice. At least that had retained itself. But the day was shaping up to be a very freaky Friday.
"Mon amour, what is the matter with you? You keep backing away, as if I have the plague or something." Clopin said, with a sad look. "No...no...it's not that...agh, I just don't know how to explain what the hell just happened!" Taylor yelled, although her voice was now that of Puck's.
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Post by Puck on Jan 11, 2011 18:36:42 GMT -5
Puck looked at the clothes in his hands, growing completely red in the face at the sight of the bra. As Bob left the room, Puck swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he headed for the bathroom.
He tried his best to get dressed without opening them, but there was no way to avoid having his fingers brush over places that he was sure Taylor would have slapped him for doing so in his own body. When at last he managed to get dressed, he glanced again in the mirror, feeling his stomach drop to his knees once again at Taylor's reaction staring back.
With a shake of his head, he hurried down the hallway, stopping at the door to Clopin's room. There were sounds of arguing coming from behind it, and his face grew even redder at the sudden memory of what Clopin had promised him last night. Puck pounded on the door quickly, hoping for one of them to answer soon.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 11, 2011 18:42:36 GMT -5
Taylor had backed up to a point to where she caused the door to open itself, making her trip as she walked backwards. Clopin soon followed, and he fell on top of Taylor. She frowned a bit, and pushed the gypsy off of her, as she found her own body staring back at her. That could only mean one thing....
"Puck, what is wrong with you?! Why do you keep backing away?!" Clopin asked, with a scowl, as he pushed himself up from the floor.
"And Taylor, why are you standing in front of my door?" he asked, crossing his arms.
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