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And I’m telling you that it’s going to be fine and we’ll figure out how to fix it. We haven’t been here long enough to know how anything works.

[Which sounds grounded and reasonable to Raleighs is very much freaking out and trying to be the anchor. He leans his forehead against the door and scratches an itchy patch behind his ear. His skin has been so dry lately.]

I'm staying in here until it's better.

[ Chuck is humiliated and freaked out and doesn't want Raleigh to see him like this. ]

[S i g h]

Okay.. can I get you anything?

Liquor.

[ He's so upset. And he's stuck in the bathroom with a dead...skin thing and it's freaking him out and like, the titties are fun but not THAT fun and this is an extremely bad day. ]

Yeah.. okay.

[Gives him a second to breathe, anyway. What the fuck.. what the fuck what the fuck. Where does he even start to find a way to fix this? Never Mind? Maybe.. but he can’t leave Chuck to go ask. God what the fuck??

Raleigh growls and shrugs Spaghetti off his shoulders, having been approached out of concern while he was fishing out a bottle or two. He tells her that if she wants to be helpful then go find out what happened. And she does.. so she will, taking Max with her on the mission like a noble steed much to his probable dismay. Their humans are hurting so it’s their duty.

Raleigh comes back to the bathroom door, checking to see if it’s been unlocked. No luck.]

Well.. We’ve got wine, moonshine and brandy. What sounds best?

Edited 2022-01-15 01:27 (UTC)

[ Definitely still locked, though Chuck is started to get pretty squicked out by being in there stuck with that shed skin. It's gross as hell, and he's crouched on the toilet, glaring at it like it's personally offended him. ]

Moonshine. Or-- whatever the hell is strongest.

Definitely the moonshine.

But you have to open the door, babe. I can't help you out here.

[ Chuck doesn't want to open the door, he's a friggin' girl, but Raleigh has a point - the moonshine isn't going to phase itself through the door.

Unless Chuck focuses on it, because he is a darkblood, but it doesn't occur to him. ]

Fine.

[ Slowly, the door cracks, and Chuck appears - a robe knotted tightly around the new body, long hair frizzed, like Chuck's nerves. ]

[Raleigh is waiting patiently. His insides are a mess and there's a lump in his stomach but he keeps his face clear of it. He doesn't know what the fuck is happening but freaking out won't help Chuck so.. he just. Deals with it.

Try not to focus on what it all means, just handle it as it happens. He has to or he'll spin out.

So he waits, moonshine in hand, brows knit and raising as Chuck opens the door and he gets a good look.]

Wow.. you're beautiful.

Oh my God, Ray, do not get all poetic. Gimme the damn booze.

[ Though tbh, Chuck is a pretty hot chick, but he wants his dick back, godammit. This is the most uncool fucking thing he's had to endure, and that's saying al ot for someone who waded through bodies in October. ]

I'm not getting poetic, I'm serious!

[Protest!! But he hands over the bottle anyway before catching Chuck's hand.]

Don't hide form me, c'mon.

[ Chuck looks profoundly miffed at being stopped, but stop she does, jaw set, irritation on her face.

Least she's got a bathrobe on now, Christ. ]

This better not be permanent.

[Mannnnn him too. He tries to keep his face devoid of this thought, forehead raising a little as he thinks.]

I mean. Most stuff back in Deerington wasn't. I'm sure it's the same thing here.

Do you remember doing anything weird or.. something happening?

[ B| he doesn't like this anymore than you. she? he. HE. ]

I mean, if you count the bloody snakeskin I shed.

[Gross.]

No, I mean before that. Like why would this happen?

Oh.

I dunno.

[ just let Chuck drink it away, please. ]

Huh.

[Well. Dead end, there.

Raleigh gives a little shrug as he tries to process, folding his now empty arms across his chest. Drink away, darling.

He gestures towards the bed a little bit like do.. you. wanna sit? Or.]

[ He gives the bed a suspicious look, but he wants to sit, relax, so he moves into their room further and flops down, bottle clutched in his hands. ]

Jesus.

No kidding..

[Raleigh is trying to focus on being sympathetic instead of freaking out.

They'll just. Deal with this. It will be fine. Right? Right.]

{ YES it's going to be fine. Nevermind Chuck's a chick. Shit. ]

I dunno what to even do right now.

Yeah.. uhm.. neither do I. [He gives a sheepish laugh. This is so weird.]

You're still you, though. Right? We just... deal with it?

Yeah. I mean, just cause I grew tits doesn't make me less me, you know?

[ He doesn't...think. ]

It's fine. It'll go away. This shit always does, right?

Yeah.. yes, definitely..

[He hopes. This is going to be a long... however.]

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