Characters: Drualt 'louisiana' Jones
geaux_drualt Romano Vargas/ South Italy
tomatoamor Time and Place: Back dated, ending day of the event. Romano's room
Rating: PG-13? but ya never know, may up it
Summary: The event of body swapping has ended. Drualt is going to hold Romano to their bet. EDIT: AND Romano and Drualt's date
Warnings: See characters~ will add if needed
Drualt jumps awake about 6:38 in the morning, out of breath, she felt like she was falling.
She sighs and pushes her hair behind her ear....HEY! her hair! "I'm me again?" Drualt asks out loud and looks down at her hands with a smile, "YES!" She all but screams, possibly waking Romano, who should be in his own body now as well.
Five days of being stuck in Romano's body wasn't quite as bad as Drualt imagined it would be, in fact, it was no worst than being herself as a male.
At least she hadn't been alone, Romano stayed with her, or actually, Drualt stayed with Romano.
She smiles and lays back down, with a happy sigh, it was nice to just be herself...why were her clothes so big? she sudden realizes they aren't hers, they're Romano's "ehh?" She mumbles and looks down at them...she briefly wonders if that means Romanos in her clothes....or maybe she'd just stole something to wear last night? she didn't remember, stress fuzzed her brain the last five days...hey! five days, "ha ha! I win!" She says, pumping her fist in the air. Drualt had won a bet she and Romano set on how long they would be swapped, and Drualt's estimate was dead on!
The tiny state, decides to get up about 30 minutes later, she was already up, why not make breakfast? Besides, she wanted tomatoes, and was sure Romano had them.
After shes made eggs, bacon, and grilled tomatoes she walks into the bed room and over to Romano. A mischievous little smirk sneaks onto her face, a look one might catch her old dad France making, but hers wasn't in the perverted manner, for once.
Drualt sits on the bed next to him, getting close to him, her lips just barely making contact with his ear, "ROMANO!!!" She yells and jumps off of the bed, ready for a flailing Italian.