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Mike had woken up a lady this morning. (Well, a Mike-appropriate definition off "lady", anyway.) And, after the initial surprise, he was a hundred percent cool with that. Hey, it made for a nice distraction! And he was still pretty, so it was all cool.
Really, the only flaw he was seeing here was that he was swimming in his clothes right now, and while he was trying to cook up some breakfast, he kept getting distracted by parts of his own new body.
No, not just the obvious. He'd gotten... well acquainted with those before he'd even rolled out of bed.
"Man, my hands are so dainty."
Yeah, that was more like it. There was a chance this omelet wasn't going to make it.
[ooc: Open, duh!]
Really, the only flaw he was seeing here was that he was swimming in his clothes right now, and while he was trying to cook up some breakfast, he kept getting distracted by parts of his own new body.
No, not just the obvious. He'd gotten... well acquainted with those before he'd even rolled out of bed.
"Man, my hands are so dainty."
Yeah, that was more like it. There was a chance this omelet wasn't going to make it.
[ooc: Open, duh!]
