Ranmaru turned off the hologram, and frowned at Sayuri's own social media profile. The world had changed around them, and they risked changing with the world. Admittedly, fitting into this new reality was more important than figuring out why this became their new living nightmare.
The girl part of Ranmaru was a little unnerving, but so long as she looked the same, she could find a way to accept that. It was the robot part that scared her. How did she avoid being found out, and did she have a master to report to?
Perhaps it was better to take things one at a time.
Ranmaru watched as Sayuri ran ahead, and decided to follow suit. With Wi-Fi off, she followed Sayuri. Everything about the school looked the same. The basketball court was still there, between the old school building and the new.
Even Arthur, who Ranmaru saw earlier in the court before the nanite incident, was still playing basketball. With a swift pass of the ball to another player, he waved his hand at Ranmaru and jogged up to her.
"Hey, Prince! How's my dearest boygirl?" he chirped.
Ranmaru held back a little twitch of an eyebrow. Arthur was the one in the Club of Gentlemen that lived upon ribbing on everyone else. Ranmaru wasn't spared when she was male, and she wasn't in this reality either.
She just felt like he was rubbing it in. Her recent transformation, but he wouldn't know anything. There was a better way to respond, though.
Ranmaru smiled back. "Arthur, remember the time you lost all your hair to Mitsunari and had to wear a wig?"
Arthur gasped sardonically, and clutched his heart. "Oh, dear Prince, you hath wounded my heart! Deliver me to an infirmary!"
"Go there yourself!" groaned Ranmaru, dragging Arthur by his arm away from the court. Arthur was annoying as usual to everyone that wasn't female or Ranmaru.
Lots of things changed, but it seemed like a lot remained the same.
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Ranmaru's eyes flickered back into human form, and she walked over to glance over Sayuri's shoulder. Glancing over Seiichi's shoulder was an exercise in masochism for Ranmaru previously, so any chance to do so now was quite eagerly taken up by her.
"Yeah, you look cute, Seiichi," giggled Ranmaru. Then the weird realisation crept into her mind. Whatever happened to them today, they were born male. No one else knew, but it was enough that they themselves did.
Plus, Ranmaru didn't want to flirt with a dude.
"I'm not okay with this being the new normal. You shouldn't be. " Ranmaru crossed her arms, a little glad that she didn't have anything there to block her hands. A little bit of pressure towards her chest made Ranmaru realise that she was definitely wearing some sort of chest support, but she was definitely flat-chested.
"The guy I knew that would assault me for looking over his shoulder doesn't just change his mindset! And I don't intend on changing for anyone."
While she was talking, another part of her mind browsed through her social media profile. Same name, almost exactly the same pictures. She was still in the Club of Gentlemen, in the same role. Her shirtless pictures were gone, but that had to be expected.
She saw a picture of herself, in a group photo, and smiled. The Club of Gentlemen's little escapade to the beach. There she was, in the exact same position, grinning with all the other boys. Ranmaru was wearing camisole swimwear, though. Guess Ranmaru wasn't into keeping her semi-feminine body a secret, even though the term 'ironing board' seemed appropriate to describe her chest.
"I'm looking through my own social media profiles now. Well, frankly, nothing much has changed about me. I'm still in the exact same role in the Club of Gentlemen, and everyone seems to know that I'm a girl."
Ranmaru smiled at Sayuri knowingly. "Though you'd be glad to hear that none of those shirtless pictures I had last time exist in this reality." She recalled hearing Seiichi complaining about it once.
"Yeah, you look cute, Seiichi," giggled Ranmaru. Then the weird realisation crept into her mind. Whatever happened to them today, they were born male. No one else knew, but it was enough that they themselves did.
Plus, Ranmaru didn't want to flirt with a dude.
"I'm not okay with this being the new normal. You shouldn't be. " Ranmaru crossed her arms, a little glad that she didn't have anything there to block her hands. A little bit of pressure towards her chest made Ranmaru realise that she was definitely wearing some sort of chest support, but she was definitely flat-chested.
"The guy I knew that would assault me for looking over his shoulder doesn't just change his mindset! And I don't intend on changing for anyone."
While she was talking, another part of her mind browsed through her social media profile. Same name, almost exactly the same pictures. She was still in the Club of Gentlemen, in the same role. Her shirtless pictures were gone, but that had to be expected.
She saw a picture of herself, in a group photo, and smiled. The Club of Gentlemen's little escapade to the beach. There she was, in the exact same position, grinning with all the other boys. Ranmaru was wearing camisole swimwear, though. Guess Ranmaru wasn't into keeping her semi-feminine body a secret, even though the term 'ironing board' seemed appropriate to describe her chest.
"I'm looking through my own social media profiles now. Well, frankly, nothing much has changed about me. I'm still in the exact same role in the Club of Gentlemen, and everyone seems to know that I'm a girl."
Ranmaru smiled at Sayuri knowingly. "Though you'd be glad to hear that none of those shirtless pictures I had last time exist in this reality." She recalled hearing Seiichi complaining about it once.
Ranmaru plucked out her own wallet as well when Sayuri mentioned the changes in her student ID. "Ranmaru Ooji. Female. Yeah, looks like everyone knows I'm a girl, but my name hasn't changed nor has much of my looks," she groaned.
While Sayuri seemed alarmed by her fire-creating abilities, Ranmaru could only sigh again. If Ranmaru became something a little less human, perhaps Seiichi, or rather, Sayuri's changes, was not limited to becoming Seiichi's little sister.
Ranmaru watched as her own hand transform back into a proper human hand, though not without her mental command.
"It looks like I'm now either a cyborg or a Cylon," Ranmaru paced around the area as she spoke. "And you can manipulate fi—"
She paused as one of her footsteps brought her a little closer to the basketball court. Ranmaru sensed something in the air, something that only her electronics used to care about.
"There is one available Wi-Fi network to connect to," muttered Ranmaru.
Connect to it, she commanded mentally.
Something in her mind clicked together, and her human eyes turned black, almost like the lens of a projector. A hologram (of a web browser) the size of a computer screen popped up in front of Ranmaru's face.
"Definitely robot," sighed Ranmaru. "I hope no one notices."
Her connection with the internet popped an idea in her mind. Without turning her head, she asked aloud: "Seii— Sayuri? I think you should try logging into Facebook or any sort of social media thing you use, just to see if everything's changed."
While Sayuri seemed alarmed by her fire-creating abilities, Ranmaru could only sigh again. If Ranmaru became something a little less human, perhaps Seiichi, or rather, Sayuri's changes, was not limited to becoming Seiichi's little sister.
Ranmaru watched as her own hand transform back into a proper human hand, though not without her mental command.
"It looks like I'm now either a cyborg or a Cylon," Ranmaru paced around the area as she spoke. "And you can manipulate fi—"
She paused as one of her footsteps brought her a little closer to the basketball court. Ranmaru sensed something in the air, something that only her electronics used to care about.
"There is one available Wi-Fi network to connect to," muttered Ranmaru.
Connect to it, she commanded mentally.
Something in her mind clicked together, and her human eyes turned black, almost like the lens of a projector. A hologram (of a web browser) the size of a computer screen popped up in front of Ranmaru's face.
"Definitely robot," sighed Ranmaru. "I hope no one notices."
Her connection with the internet popped an idea in her mind. Without turning her head, she asked aloud: "Seii— Sayuri? I think you should try logging into Facebook or any sort of social media thing you use, just to see if everything's changed."
When the needle shot out of crate and injected itself in Ranmaru's arm, he screamed. The sharp pain in his arm subsided almost instantly, but in its place was a chilling feeling. Ranmaru's last conscious thoughts compared it to the sensation of touching a steel bar left in a open-door freezer overnight.
The lights in his head turned off a second after that thought. Seiichi's last words went unnoticed, as little good they did.
"All systems functional. Reboot completed."
A strange, electronic voice uttered a single sentence in Ranmaru's mind. It sounded a bit like his own voice, except there was something off about it. It sounded a little bit higher pitched, but perhaps he was overthinking things.
Ranmaru opened his eyes, realising that he was face-down on the floor. He turned his head towards one of his hands, and wriggled his fingers. Everything felt like it was working as it should be, but why did he feel so weird? The needle must have done something to him, but it wasn't a feeling of sickness or unease. Well, it might have been unease, but there was something off about his body.
He heard Seiichi (or to him, a girl's voice) mutter something about being a girl. A weird thing for a girl to say, but he had no idea what a girl would be doing here. Ranmaru glanced up, at where he recalled Seiichi last stood, but only saw a red-haired girl in school uniform. She was petite and kind of adorable, but she was where Seiichi was.
Grinding his teeth, Ranmaru sat up and reached for his groin with his fingers. He rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance when his fingers gently pressed against his crotch, finding none of his male parts there.
"If—" Ranmaru shut himself up, a little startled by the change in his voice. It was subtle, but he knew his voice sounded a bit more feminine. It was still quite a deep, low voice, but still quite recognisable as a female. "If that's you, Seiichi, we've just opened two Pandora's boxes at once and lost something rather important!"
Though if that girl was Seiichi, 'she' definitely was not wearing the girl's school uniform when Ranmaru first saw her. Did reality change to accommodate their sudden changes, and why wasn't Ranmaru wearing a skirt like Seiichi?
"This is great! Just great! All because of you, I've just become a girl through some weird magic—"
Ranmaru pointed his finger at Seiichi, but he stopped his sentence as he watched his hand do something weird. The flesh upon his fingers dissipated to reveal a steel metal facsimile, with the tip of the index finger opening up to form something like the barrel of a pistol. With his other hand, he gently poked his metal right hand. He felt the cold metal upon his left finger, but also the sensation of being poked in his other hand.
"Fuck. What the hell happened to me? To us?" muttered Ranmaru, staring nervously at his hand. It took him a moment to realise where he was pointing it, and he nervously shifted the direction of his pistol away from Seiichi. "Did I just become a cyborg?"
The lights in his head turned off a second after that thought. Seiichi's last words went unnoticed, as little good they did.
"All systems functional. Reboot completed."
A strange, electronic voice uttered a single sentence in Ranmaru's mind. It sounded a bit like his own voice, except there was something off about it. It sounded a little bit higher pitched, but perhaps he was overthinking things.
Ranmaru opened his eyes, realising that he was face-down on the floor. He turned his head towards one of his hands, and wriggled his fingers. Everything felt like it was working as it should be, but why did he feel so weird? The needle must have done something to him, but it wasn't a feeling of sickness or unease. Well, it might have been unease, but there was something off about his body.
He heard Seiichi (or to him, a girl's voice) mutter something about being a girl. A weird thing for a girl to say, but he had no idea what a girl would be doing here. Ranmaru glanced up, at where he recalled Seiichi last stood, but only saw a red-haired girl in school uniform. She was petite and kind of adorable, but she was where Seiichi was.
Grinding his teeth, Ranmaru sat up and reached for his groin with his fingers. He rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance when his fingers gently pressed against his crotch, finding none of his male parts there.
"If—" Ranmaru shut himself up, a little startled by the change in his voice. It was subtle, but he knew his voice sounded a bit more feminine. It was still quite a deep, low voice, but still quite recognisable as a female. "If that's you, Seiichi, we've just opened two Pandora's boxes at once and lost something rather important!"
Though if that girl was Seiichi, 'she' definitely was not wearing the girl's school uniform when Ranmaru first saw her. Did reality change to accommodate their sudden changes, and why wasn't Ranmaru wearing a skirt like Seiichi?
"This is great! Just great! All because of you, I've just become a girl through some weird magic—"
Ranmaru pointed his finger at Seiichi, but he stopped his sentence as he watched his hand do something weird. The flesh upon his fingers dissipated to reveal a steel metal facsimile, with the tip of the index finger opening up to form something like the barrel of a pistol. With his other hand, he gently poked his metal right hand. He felt the cold metal upon his left finger, but also the sensation of being poked in his other hand.
"Fuck. What the hell happened to me? To us?" muttered Ranmaru, staring nervously at his hand. It took him a moment to realise where he was pointing it, and he nervously shifted the direction of his pistol away from Seiichi. "Did I just become a cyborg?"
Ranmaru spotted Seiichi, but glanced furtively at the area first. They were gone, but for how long? Sneaking towards him, Ranmaru took cover just beside the red-head.
"Yeah, I saw that," whispered Ranmaru. His eyes kept glancing back to the area where the two mysterious men fired upon each other. There was no sign of their return, but Ranmaru still felt uneasy.
He placed a hand on Seiichi's shoulder, and smiled nervously. "Let's just wait for—"
The other boy stood up, and Ranmaru watched him edge towards the crates. Was he so deathly curious of the object that he would risk the chance of being shot upon just to see whatever was inside? Ranmaru ducked below cover, his eyes following Seiichi's deliberate footsteps towards the crates. Even as the boy stood over one of the crates, Ranmaru took half a minute to even stand up.
With cat-like tread, Ranmaru walked to the other crate. It was black, and about the size of a briefcase if they were square and wooden. It looked strange.
Ranmaru gave Seiichi a nervous look, and mouthed: "Should we call the police?" He added in a few hand gestures, hoping that the red-head got the message.
"Yeah, I saw that," whispered Ranmaru. His eyes kept glancing back to the area where the two mysterious men fired upon each other. There was no sign of their return, but Ranmaru still felt uneasy.
He placed a hand on Seiichi's shoulder, and smiled nervously. "Let's just wait for—"
The other boy stood up, and Ranmaru watched him edge towards the crates. Was he so deathly curious of the object that he would risk the chance of being shot upon just to see whatever was inside? Ranmaru ducked below cover, his eyes following Seiichi's deliberate footsteps towards the crates. Even as the boy stood over one of the crates, Ranmaru took half a minute to even stand up.
With cat-like tread, Ranmaru walked to the other crate. It was black, and about the size of a briefcase if they were square and wooden. It looked strange.
Ranmaru gave Seiichi a nervous look, and mouthed: "Should we call the police?" He added in a few hand gestures, hoping that the red-head got the message.
The old school building, just across the field of the basketball court, was a monument to a strange, eerie era. When John A. Macdonald High School was called Prester John High School, 19 years ago.
Prester John High suffered from a string of disasters the moment the red ribbon was cut. A student fell to his death when a railing gave way. A teacher hung himself in front of his class. A mere year after its opening, Prester John closed. It took another 4 years before John A. Macdonald High was built next to it. Most of the old school buildings were demolished, except one.
Ranmaru had no idea why this one remained standing. But one of the rooms near the upper levels of this old school building had a comfortable connection to the school Wi-Fi, and so he came here often. The idea of a school heart-throb being this proficient was computers seemed like a downer on his prospects.
At least the old classroms had the courtesy to keep the chairs and tables. All high quality wood, so no rust to deal with. Even the termites didn't come here, and Ranmaru kept the place clean enough to stay in. When there wasn't any school left for the day, and home was dealing a lousy internet connection that his sister spent all her time watching yaoi hentai on, this was the place to be.
Ranmaru leaned back onto his chair and smiled. Another bitcoin mined. Purchasing computing power from other sources to mine bitcoins was certainly raking in cash. If he turned all of it in now, he'd be rich enough to fund his own university scholarship.
He smiled, and closed his eyes. His mind wandered to dreams and imaginations of money, and girls that came with the money. Some of them would be gold diggers, and a lot of them would just treat him as a pretty boy. He kind of preferred the latter.
A loud thud, of a box dropped onto the floor, shattered his idle dreams.
"Someone's here?" he whispered to himself. Seiichi was the only other guy who came here on a regular basis, though he never made much noise. That boy never put his good looks to use, thought Ranmaru.
His train of thought derailed again, when he stepped out of the abandoned classroom. There were people downstairs. 2 adult men standing around a 2 giant black crates. The moment Ranmaru saw one of them carry a gun, he ducked out of sight. Silenced pistols. These men were making a trade of something here.
"You got the goods?!" yelled out one of them.
Drugs? Firearms? Rare artifacts? Secret documents? Whatever was being traded was worth a lot, surmised Ranmaru. Just let them trade, and leave. If this was going to be a common occurrence over here, Ranmaru would prefer to head straight home.
Prester John High suffered from a string of disasters the moment the red ribbon was cut. A student fell to his death when a railing gave way. A teacher hung himself in front of his class. A mere year after its opening, Prester John closed. It took another 4 years before John A. Macdonald High was built next to it. Most of the old school buildings were demolished, except one.
Ranmaru had no idea why this one remained standing. But one of the rooms near the upper levels of this old school building had a comfortable connection to the school Wi-Fi, and so he came here often. The idea of a school heart-throb being this proficient was computers seemed like a downer on his prospects.
At least the old classroms had the courtesy to keep the chairs and tables. All high quality wood, so no rust to deal with. Even the termites didn't come here, and Ranmaru kept the place clean enough to stay in. When there wasn't any school left for the day, and home was dealing a lousy internet connection that his sister spent all her time watching yaoi hentai on, this was the place to be.
Ranmaru leaned back onto his chair and smiled. Another bitcoin mined. Purchasing computing power from other sources to mine bitcoins was certainly raking in cash. If he turned all of it in now, he'd be rich enough to fund his own university scholarship.
He smiled, and closed his eyes. His mind wandered to dreams and imaginations of money, and girls that came with the money. Some of them would be gold diggers, and a lot of them would just treat him as a pretty boy. He kind of preferred the latter.
A loud thud, of a box dropped onto the floor, shattered his idle dreams.
"Someone's here?" he whispered to himself. Seiichi was the only other guy who came here on a regular basis, though he never made much noise. That boy never put his good looks to use, thought Ranmaru.
His train of thought derailed again, when he stepped out of the abandoned classroom. There were people downstairs. 2 adult men standing around a 2 giant black crates. The moment Ranmaru saw one of them carry a gun, he ducked out of sight. Silenced pistols. These men were making a trade of something here.
"You got the goods?!" yelled out one of them.
Drugs? Firearms? Rare artifacts? Secret documents? Whatever was being traded was worth a lot, surmised Ranmaru. Just let them trade, and leave. If this was going to be a common occurrence over here, Ranmaru would prefer to head straight home.
Name: Gale Knight
Age: 16
Appearance: Gale is about 1.79 metres tall.
History: Gale is the end result of what happens when a father by the name of Thomas Knight wants a son, but got a daughter and a dead wife that died in childbirth. Unable to find another woman that he could share his feelings with. Thomas decided to make his daughter a man, spinning a web of lies and rules for 'him' so that 'he' would never find out. 'His' father also engaged in many plastic surgeries for 'him' to make 'him' look more masculine, though Thomas could never dare send 'him' for a proper sex change operation.
Gale transferred schools often, and this was his first year in a Canadian. A lack of close relationships, not even with his father, made him a loner, but his looks made the Club of Gentlemen snap him up.
Skills (Pre-change): Gale is a good student, though bad at social situations. He 'knows' how to talk to people, but sometimes chokes up when talking to others.
Skills (Post-change): Enhanced reflexes and shapeshifting, but only to female forms.
Age: 16
Appearance: Gale is about 1.79 metres tall.
History: Gale is the end result of what happens when a father by the name of Thomas Knight wants a son, but got a daughter and a dead wife that died in childbirth. Unable to find another woman that he could share his feelings with. Thomas decided to make his daughter a man, spinning a web of lies and rules for 'him' so that 'he' would never find out. 'His' father also engaged in many plastic surgeries for 'him' to make 'him' look more masculine, though Thomas could never dare send 'him' for a proper sex change operation.
Gale transferred schools often, and this was his first year in a Canadian. A lack of close relationships, not even with his father, made him a loner, but his looks made the Club of Gentlemen snap him up.
Skills (Pre-change): Gale is a good student, though bad at social situations. He 'knows' how to talk to people, but sometimes chokes up when talking to others.
Skills (Post-change): Enhanced reflexes and shapeshifting, but only to female forms.
Test
The girl's expression definitely showed a reaction to whatever happened upstairs. Erin did not like it one bit that Taiga's face showed less confusion, and more... of a grim understanding of whatever was said. Well, it then seemed like this girl called Taiga, with a strong Japanese accent, knew more about what was said than her. The sole consolation rested in a potential half-truth; if Erin didn't understand what was being said upstairs, she could say, "I did not understand what they were saying. I don't speak whatever language they were saying."
Small comfort, but small comforts were all that mattered when the dragon language was uttered out loud in front of strangers.
Her lecture about the details of dating felt a little patronising, but Erin held her smile. Taiga did not seem that enchanted by her looks. Which meant escalation.
Erin's hands reached for Taiga's, and she grabbed the short girl's hand.
"Dear, dear Fräulein. I'm sorry for being so forward with you," cooed Erin, looking straight into Taiga's eyes. Eyes were the windows of the soul, and staring into them would make the girl forget, even for just a moment, whatever happened upstairs.
Erin's gaze faltered, but that was on purpose. A calculated look of tenderness. She glanced away, and the saddest images from films in her mind surfaced, bringing a few tears to her eyes. Crocodile tears looked a bit more real if there was emotion behind them.
"How can I make things right, dear lady?" whispered Erin.
Small comfort, but small comforts were all that mattered when the dragon language was uttered out loud in front of strangers.
Her lecture about the details of dating felt a little patronising, but Erin held her smile. Taiga did not seem that enchanted by her looks. Which meant escalation.
Erin's hands reached for Taiga's, and she grabbed the short girl's hand.
"Dear, dear Fräulein. I'm sorry for being so forward with you," cooed Erin, looking straight into Taiga's eyes. Eyes were the windows of the soul, and staring into them would make the girl forget, even for just a moment, whatever happened upstairs.
Erin's gaze faltered, but that was on purpose. A calculated look of tenderness. She glanced away, and the saddest images from films in her mind surfaced, bringing a few tears to her eyes. Crocodile tears looked a bit more real if there was emotion behind them.
"How can I make things right, dear lady?" whispered Erin.
Erin sucked in some air when the blue-haired girl walked in. Her eyes glanced at the dirty puddles her shoes left, and the thought of cleaning it up made her sigh inside. Rain often meant less customers. Good for her mood, less so for her mother, but the mud and dirt trails that dragged behind the soles of every customer was a pain to clean. She still held back any disgust upon her face though, looking down at the girl with a genial, graceful smile. The smile of a young man. Erin never looked like a girl, and she gave up on trying after transferring schools.
Erin's face did her with the ladies though, something her mother always seemed to be exasperated by. Still, no one could argue with the results. When Erin manned the counter, girls showed their interest in ways that helped balance the books.
Perhaps this blue-haired girl would be no different.
"How may I serve you?" greeted Erin, winking at Taiga. Winking usually meant something intimate, but the one thing Erin's mother told her was that the wallet was the most important part of a customer to be intimate with.
"N͡o̕,͝ w҉e're̶ ͝n͢ot fuc͘k͏in̢g͠ t̷a҉lking͘ ͡a҉b̷o̕ut a͏ ̸fuc͜k̴íng ̵r̨e̸b͟el͘li͞on͜! Get the͜ f҉ùck҉ o̢ut!"
Erin's attention immediately shot upstairs. The office where her mother did the accounts. Whoever was there, talking to her, got up there without Erin's notice. And understood the dragon language. She didn't understand it herself, but knew how it sounded like. From the corner of her eyes, she saw and remembered Taiga.
"Sorry!" She looked back at the girl. The sides of her face creased upwards in an uneasy smile. "It's... uh..."
A red haired man, perhaps in his thirties, stumbled down the stairs, his businessman-like clothing in a dishevelled mess. He rested himself with one hand on a nearby wall, then looked at the counter.
Or to Erin, he glared. With a gulp, she could sense the anger in him. The indignity of a dragon, stuck in a form of those they thought were weaker than them. He wanted power, and he was denied his birthright.
The glare stayed with Erin even as he looked away and exited the cafe. Fortunately, no one else saw it. No one but the blue-haired girl.
"Uh.... weird things happen. Can I have your number?" Erin quipped nervously. She never asked for numbers from girls and never gave hers out when asked. But the mere prospect of obtaining Erin's handphone number had an effect on girls she couldn't qualify.
Erin's face did her with the ladies though, something her mother always seemed to be exasperated by. Still, no one could argue with the results. When Erin manned the counter, girls showed their interest in ways that helped balance the books.
Perhaps this blue-haired girl would be no different.
"How may I serve you?" greeted Erin, winking at Taiga. Winking usually meant something intimate, but the one thing Erin's mother told her was that the wallet was the most important part of a customer to be intimate with.
"N͡o̕,͝ w҉e're̶ ͝n͢ot fuc͘k͏in̢g͠ t̷a҉lking͘ ͡a҉b̷o̕ut a͏ ̸fuc͜k̴íng ̵r̨e̸b͟el͘li͞on͜! Get the͜ f҉ùck҉ o̢ut!"
Erin's attention immediately shot upstairs. The office where her mother did the accounts. Whoever was there, talking to her, got up there without Erin's notice. And understood the dragon language. She didn't understand it herself, but knew how it sounded like. From the corner of her eyes, she saw and remembered Taiga.
"Sorry!" She looked back at the girl. The sides of her face creased upwards in an uneasy smile. "It's... uh..."
A red haired man, perhaps in his thirties, stumbled down the stairs, his businessman-like clothing in a dishevelled mess. He rested himself with one hand on a nearby wall, then looked at the counter.
Or to Erin, he glared. With a gulp, she could sense the anger in him. The indignity of a dragon, stuck in a form of those they thought were weaker than them. He wanted power, and he was denied his birthright.
The glare stayed with Erin even as he looked away and exited the cafe. Fortunately, no one else saw it. No one but the blue-haired girl.
"Uh.... weird things happen. Can I have your number?" Erin quipped nervously. She never asked for numbers from girls and never gave hers out when asked. But the mere prospect of obtaining Erin's handphone number had an effect on girls she couldn't qualify.
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