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Room 503, Monday Late Afternoon
Oct. 18th, 2010 06:04 pmWhen Roy had woken up girl again, he'd known exactly what he had to do: text Dick. Get on Titans vchat. Because Roy totally still had access.
He'd gotten back, I can't, some of us go to normal school.
So Roy had pouted and gone to the shooting range, and to the sex shop to traumatize Karla, and to the frat meeting, and given his girl body as much of a test drive as he could solo, making mental notes for future application to actual girls.
And now, finally, his phone had buzzed with a text message from Dick that he was home and what was going on?, and Roy had scrambled to his laptop, where he was now standing carefully out of webcam range while he waited for Dick to sign on.
"Okay," he said, "are you--you're wearing the mask, aren't you?"
( Dick was totally wearing the mask. )
Superheroes: they handle weirdness differently.
((After he gets off the webcam, open door, open post!))
He'd gotten back, I can't, some of us go to normal school.
So Roy had pouted and gone to the shooting range, and to the sex shop to traumatize Karla, and to the frat meeting, and given his girl body as much of a test drive as he could solo, making mental notes for future application to actual girls.
And now, finally, his phone had buzzed with a text message from Dick that he was home and what was going on?, and Roy had scrambled to his laptop, where he was now standing carefully out of webcam range while he waited for Dick to sign on.
"Okay," he said, "are you--you're wearing the mask, aren't you?"
( Dick was totally wearing the mask. )
Superheroes: they handle weirdness differently.
((After he gets off the webcam, open door, open post!))
