The Gender Bender

Damia

"Erm... HELLO...." I step around the one couch to be in the center with whatshernametheranter....standing there, my arms splayed down at this abomination. "VIRTUAL HENTAI MANGA HERE....PROOF ENOUGH?" Fucking author was going to get all limbs broken if I met her. "IN WHAT WORLD IS THIS SANE FOR AN ASSASSIN?!"

Morticia:

They were getting all bent out of shape about this... but... I mean, Ok, I could see how the pieces kind of... fit together for this to be... some kind of...crazy set up...

"...Maybe...maybe we should...er go.. look for the Authors... I mean...er... it's... it wouldn't... hurt..." I stated, my hand automatically trying to entangle itself somewhere in the hair that hung over my shoulder. ...It... I guess it was more a nervous habit than... anything...

"BUT... I WANT AN ARMADILLO." Riddle announced. "WE SHOULD ALL JUST SWITCH CLOTHES AND PRETEND NOTHING EVER HAPPENED. OR RUN INTO EACHOTHER REALLY FASTLY UNTIL SOMEONE'S FACE POPS OFF ONTO THE OTHER ONE'S FACE. LIKE IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!" He continued...I... I don't... even...

Damia
"Oh, /someone/ is getting hurt for putting me in a damn skirt!" I say, crossing my arms again. Eh, the rest I didn't much give a damn. I /used to/ be a boy, apparently, but I knew myself as a girl. All my memories were of mending a girl, so why should it matter? I just wanted my leggings back...