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*seems like high pitched shrieking is turning into a fad in the dressing room, because, deep in one of the many corridors, one is heard, followed by a string of loud profanity.

Yes, like many other victims of this place, Asch has been momentarily turned into a girl.*

((....jumping on the bandwagon is fun.))

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*I think the red on Luke's cheeks will become permanent if you keep this up; he's looking up at the ceiling now, trying not to think of all the curves and soft squishy bits Asch has now*

Look, Luke! They're like.... those rice cake ball things.

*Luke's looking again now, curiosity getting the best of him* Ah...really? *Very tentatively, he pokes on, glad they're at least covered better now*

I wonder... if I ran into a wall, would they act like air bags...

*Luke deadpans* I don't think they're made for that kind of thing...

Well, why do you think they're there for, then?

...To get attention? *His finger is trailing across it lightly, still prodding; he kinda wishes there were less layers now*

*shifts slightly- yeah, he's starting to enjoy that, now* I... don't think that's why they're there, either.

Maybe they're just there to grab onto when you're bored...Like a stress ball or something. *he's not serious, really ~~maybe~~; his smile can tell ya that*

*His fingers lightly walk across the surface of the other's chest; he's feeling playful now*

Stress ball what.

*just watches his fingers* ...

Yeah! *laughs lightly* They really work ya know...

*notices the other's interest in where he's touching and continues to trails his fingers along, just exploring the other's new curves*

Sometimes, I don't know about you.

..You really are enjoying them, aren't you.

*just smiles*

*blushes* ...They're soft...

*smiles with him* Tell me something I don't know...

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