PCs for room 11!

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Because there's going to be a lot of these lol

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[Sorry Akira, Chuuya might notice those cat ears if he weren't so busy having a quiet panic attack over the fact that he now has wings. And claws too, which he becomes very aware of as he grabs for the wing to tug on it and make sure it's real.]

It's- I'm not- fuck-

[And now he's trying to abruptly pull away from Akira, putting as much distance between the two of them as he can. Because he totally thinks he's turning into a monster and about to go crazy and attack Akira or something.]

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[oh god, and now Chuuya is scrambling away, and Akira bolts upright to do the same, mostly so he doesn't get smacked in the face with those wings]

Whoa, Chuuya. . .! Calm down--!

[and that's when he notices an uncomfortable lump just above the hemline of his pants. with a few blinks, Akira looks behind him, only to see. . .]

[. . . a sleek black tail whipping back and forth, the fur slightly bristled due to Chuuya startling him]

Wh-- what. . .?

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[It's a welcome distraction, because Chuuya is already trying to pull those wings out of his back in desperation, But he stops with his hands on one wing to look over at Akira.

And then he sees the kitty ears.]

...what the hell?

[Are they both monsters? Is this why they're not attacking each other?]

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[Akira would be panicking a bit more, but. . . Chuuya seems to be completely cognizant and aware of himself, unlike the other monsters of the mansion. and despite the tail and ears (ears that Akira is reaching up to poke, just to make sure he has, and-- yep, those sure are fluffy) Akira himself feels no inner blood lust or urge to attack anyone]

[so. . .]

[it's probably okay, right?]






Nice wings you've got there.

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[Okay. Chuuya can stop and think this through. He's all here and coherent, Akira is too. They have some extra parts, but they're not insane, so maybe this isn't a monster curse like what's been happening to the others every Friday. This is fine, everything is fine-]

You're really gonna flirt at a time like this?!

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I-- yes?

[WHY DOES HE SOUND CONFUSED ABOUT HIS ANSWER]

I don't really know the proper etiquette for greeting your roommate when he wakes up with wings? And--

[glances down at his feet]

Talons?

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[Right. He has all of those.

Chuuya sort of just. Sighs and deflates.]

I should've guessed that you would be flirty on main. I'm just be glad that I didn't maul you to death or something. It nearly gave me a heart attack, you know?

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[mouthing flirty on main, but it's with a small flicker of amusement]

Was there a small chance of you mauling me to death, or are you just saying that to mean, "I'm glad I have no internal desire to maul you to death?"

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Definitely the latter. When I saw that I had wings, I thought I was gonna like...turn on you and rip out your throat with my teeth or something.

[He was very distressed about that, ok?]

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[. . . a small huff]]

I'm glad it looks like the house isn't turning us into full-fledged monsters early this week.

[he lifts a hand to tweak his own cat ears again]

But this is definitely the weirdest thing it's done so far.

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You're not even a monster, Akira. You got the cute stuff, you're just a catboy.

[Which is like. Monsterfucking-lite.]

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[I MEAN??]

You're not really a monster, either. You're a birdboy.

[why is this a thing they're arguing over]

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I at least have bird feet and look kinda weird. You look like you belong in a moe anime.

[survivaltricks]

[oh my GOD]

Oh come on, at least give me shounen and not moe. . .!

[shortforever]

If you want to be a shounen catboy, then we need to work on your wardrobe a bit.

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[he is dressed like so and he glances down at his outfit, clearly confused]

What's wrong with my wardrobe?

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It's not a bad start, but you look like you belong in a boy band. Trade out the shirt for a hoodie, I think. The jeans can stay, those are fine.

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[ooooooh. Akira huffs in amusement, tail lashing]

I think I know what you mean. All right; I'll fix myself up first thing this morning.

[after he has his coffee. the undercover hoodie look returns]

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[THUMBS-UP]

I'll need to raid the clothes closet too. I'm pretty sure I ripped up my shirt when these wings grew in.

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Annnnd I'm pretty sure these pants aren't usable without a tail hole.

[. . . wiggles his butt a bit]

If everyone else woke up like this, the closet is going to be a madhouse.

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[Shit, he didn't think about that.]

C'mon. Let's get up there before anyone else does.

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[annnnnd Akira finally stifles a yawn, stretching by arching his back not unlike a real cat's, shoulders hunched]

Yeah, yeah. . . you want breakfast when we're done?