Getting used to change | Open

[sweatysometimes]

Who: Pidge and whoever
What: Getting used to some changes.
Where: The Cookhouse
When: Early morning
Warnings: Teenage grumpiness

Pidge's morning had been normal up to a certain point. She'd dealt with her roommate's propensity for music at early hours, then stumbled into the bathroom for a shower and to brush her teeth and made a discovery while staring blearily into the mirror. Perched atop her head were a pair of lion's ears to replace her normal set, all fuzzy and tawny and poking out of her hair. The next twenty minutes had been spent alternately tugging on them and beating her head against the faux-tile wall of the shower as she muttered about the unfairness of the world.

Finally, showered, dressed, and mostly put together she sat at a table in the cookhous epoking disconsolately at a plate of eggs, a half-eaten fruit cup and some rapidly cooling bacon. Occasionally, her new ears twitch as they pick up some interesting noise and she has to stop herself from reaching up to scratch at or tug at her new appendages. This place is just the worst.

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[waitingforplayer2]

Chiaki wanders into the cookhouse a bit later in the morning, yawning heavily. She gets a plateful of pastries and coffee and sits near Pidge, her lynx ears twitching lazily. They aren't covered up by a hoodie, anymore -- the garment is still sitting ripped to shreds in her new trailer home.

"G'morning..." She looks like she's about to fall right back asleep into her coffee.

[sweatysometimes]

Pidge hadn't realized that the girl she'd met before also had cat ears. It takes her a moment of bleary-eyed staring to get it this morning, too. There's some small comfort in knowing that she's not alone in the world in that respect, but there's also annoyance. Why can't she stay normal?

"...Morning."

[waitingforplayer2]

To be fair, they had met in the dark, and Chiaki had frequently hid her ears behind a hoodie - which was now absent.

Chiaki sips her coffee, blinking sleepily at the world. "Mm... any luck with the signal yet?"

[sweatysometimes]

Pidge shrugs and glances down at her plate, poking at her food with a grunt.

"No. Just these stupid ears." The ears. She's really stuck on them for the moment, trying to ignore the weird sensation of hair brushing against them as they flick.

[waitingforplayer2]

Chiaki glances up at them, her own ears flicking.

"Do yours hurt?"

[sweatysometimes]

"Hurt? Ah, no. They're just. Weird." Pidge flicks her ears again, annoyed by the way they touch her hair.

"I don't like that I can have my body changed without knowing it. Or that I'm being like, magic'd or something without permission."

[waitingforplayer2]

"Oh."

Chiaki scratches behind one of hers. It's still a little strange how high they are. A sudden noise from the back of the mess hall startles her and she jumps.

"Mm..." Settling back in, she sips her coffee again. "Someone was saying... it might be more like... mm. An allergic reaction to magic. Like our bodies just aren't used to it."

[sweatysometimes]

"Maybe. I dunno. It makes sense, I guess, but I still don't like it. It's weird and awkward," Pidge replies with a sullen shrug. She takes a gulp of coffee.

"I just want to go home."

[waitingforplayer2]

"... Yeah. Me too."

Even though she had been about to die. Even though all had seemed lost.

"I'm sorry, Pidge."