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[dr_robchase]

Chase swore to his bones that he could feel whenever something strange was coming on. Maybe he couldn't actually, but he'd written a thesis about the damn place. It was why, when he woke up, the first thing he did was roll onto his back, stare at the ceiling, and without even looking at himself, he uttered a loud 'fuck

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[sortofaman]

The Doctor stirred at the word fuck, shifting in bed and mumbling a little as he tugged at the light blanket to pull it closer. When the sound repeated itself, he rolled over and flopped an arm over Chase, eyes cracking open.

"Sup?" he mumbled, before it registered that there was a lot more soft stuff under his draped arm than there should be. "Oh, hello, lovely," he added, far more cheerfully, and considerably more perky and flexible than someone with a nearly-forty bad back was in the mornings.

[dr_robchase]

Chase's eyes widened with mild horror at the Doctor's chosen morning greeting. "What is wrong with you?" he asked, though he already knew the answer as he gaped up at him, trying to fidget with the shirt to make it fit a little better.

[sortofaman]

"Nothing's wrong with me, I feel fine. Great, actually, if I'm being perfectly honest, don't you feel fine? I mean, you're obviously in a body classed as 'woman' today, but it's not like it's something new, and you really are lovely."

The Doctor gave Chase a beatific smile, sitting up fully in bed. He ran his hand through his hair, briefly, and thought it might be a bit shorter--which was odd, he didn't recall having it cut. And wasn't it nice that he didn't ache so?

[dr_robchase]

Chase's suspicion refused to fade and he sat up, taking a cursory look at the Doctor and reaching over to give the shorter hair a light tug. Next came a perusal of the face and when he was through with that, he forced his shirt up to stare at his frame.

"Huh," was all he managed to get out.