Room 216, Saturday evening

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil wasn't actually hiding. He even had the door open! But he hadn't really had any plans tonight, except for calling ♥Carlos♥, which was not going to happen now. And he wasn't really inclined to make any new ones when he wasn't even really sure how to move in this body.

So he was in his room, curled up with Foucault (he still couldn't tell if his/her gender had changed or not), and reading a book. He didn't even care if it was municipally approved, so there! He was in an awkward mood.

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[voiceoverdue]

"Maybe? I don't know." Cecil sighed. "Maybe I'll say something when I'm more used to it. I mean, my shoes and clothes don't even fit right! It's very disorienting."

[tigerundercover]

"Well . . . we could always go shopping for ones that do fit."