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[wireboundheart]

[[from here]]

Yotan PINpoints himself and Aya to the front porch of his Nexus apartment. Part of Yotan really wants out of the pants that no long have room for his womanly curves. The rest of him is on the verge of freaking out over confronting his new body. It makes him clumsy about pulling the keys out of the planter by the door.

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[just_a_murder]

::Aya is right there for physical and emotional support.::

I could unlock the door if you'd like. ::He knows how freakouts can snowball in people, with each flubbed, shaky action making one feel worse and more likely to be even shakier on the next thing.::

[wireboundheart]

There's a moment where Yotan considers being insulted by the offer, but it's not like he's doing all that good a job at getting the door open. He wordlessly offers Aya the keys and tries to concentrate on breathing slowly.

[just_a_murder]

::Aya had considered that the offer would be insulting--he himself could be horribly wounded bleeding out and still reject the idea that he needed help--and is glad that Yotan is letting him do this while worried that he felt shaky enough that he didn't argue.

Aya unlocks the door, fighting the sudden insane urge to pick Yotan up and carry him over the threshold. He doubted Yotan would appreciate it.::

Is there anything I can get you? ::Aside from his own form back, which Aya can't do for him.::

[wireboundheart]

The moment Yotan is inside, he pops open the top button of his pants and feels an immediate improvement. The pants need to go.

"My robe. Maybe scissors." The pants were tight on his man-form. The added curves of a woman-form? Getting them off will be quite a feat, but they're already ruined from when Yotan fell at the beginning of this mess. And underwear? It's not like those fit inside these pants.