As frustrating as it was to not have things like a mouth shaped for speech and opposable thumbs, Zhahar didn't mind being a puppy so much. It meant she could spent more time in view, since having a fawn in the dorms was unwieldy, and Zeela as a badger was a terrible plan for Sparkle everyone. And it also meant that she could curl up on beds in the
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Because, see, one moment, Sparkle had been minding his own business, leaning back on his bed with his headphones in, listening to Rodgers and Hammerstein music and flipping through a magazine filled with porn quality educational articles, content to let the puppy sleep at his feet.
And then the next minute, the puppy wasn't a puppy anymore. In fact, the puppy was not only not a puppy, it was not at all the not-puppy that he had thought she was going to be when she turned back.
And so, perhaps unsurprisingly, Some Enchanted Evening was now being drowned out by a somewhat raucous, "What the fucking fuck!?"
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"Okay," Sparkle said, about as evenly as possible considering the naked chick that wasn't Sholeh, glaring at him from the foot of his bed. "I'm going to ask you like one question, and you're going to answer it, and then maybe we'll get you some pants or something and send you on your way, and you can do me a favour and stop being naked on my bed, here. Who the hell are you?"
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And then realizing that she was a human again and why was she naked and Mother's Third Eye she was in view! Naked! Not Sholeh!
So Sparkle's question was getting ignored completely as she began trying to cover up as much of herself as possible with her hands. "Goawaygoawaygoaway!"
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He glanced up from the book he was reading while sprawled on his own bed as the timbre of those puppy-snores changed significantly, expecting to see the fawn or the badger... but nope.
Girl.
Very naked girl.
"//Good lord//," he exclaimed, forgetting, for the moment, to use English.
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Because 17th century standards of modesty, that's why.
"//What,//" he paused, and then collected himself somewhat. "What is going on?" at least he managed English this time.
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Words. Why were there words. Coming out of her mouth. In a way that could be understood by anyone.
Zhahar looked down at herself, now mostly covered by Ulrik's blanket, now with a lot more to cover than she's had in a month, and dove under it, shrieking.
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