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33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Morning
Jan. 25th, 2014 05:24 pmWas Kaidan surprised to wake up with breasts that morning? Not particularly. Was he happy to be? Not... really. (After the first half-hour.)
He hadn't exactly thought to pick up some women's underwear just in case this happened again, but he had enough now-baggy Alliance t-shirts and reasonably-sized pants that he could at least amble into the living room in the morning and get his coffee. Because he had no intention of dealing with this before he had at least two cups of caffeine in his system; frankly, if that had meant streaking, he might've even considered it.
He snagged his datapad off the counter and browsed the latest reports broodily, leaning against the counter. Waiting for his coffee to finish percolating.
Maybe he'd take the weekend off.
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He hadn't exactly thought to pick up some women's underwear just in case this happened again, but he had enough now-baggy Alliance t-shirts and reasonably-sized pants that he could at least amble into the living room in the morning and get his coffee. Because he had no intention of dealing with this before he had at least two cups of caffeine in his system; frankly, if that had meant streaking, he might've even considered it.
He snagged his datapad off the counter and browsed the latest reports broodily, leaning against the counter. Waiting for his coffee to finish percolating.
Maybe he'd take the weekend off.
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