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Ace wanders back inside, looking rather sober for this hour of the morning, and trailing a thick blanket. The blanket she gives back to Bar, in return for a large mug of cocoa, and retreats to the warmth of the fireside. Mmmmm, cocoa.
Feel free to bug the Ace. She needs bugging.

(ooc: No minors please. R-rated (or increasingly getting there). Boyfriend shows up. You do the math.)

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"Don't feel like talking yet, but ta anyway." She gives him a sly grin. "But I am a bit disappointed I naver got a chance to get you out of that suit."

*He perks up a bit*

Thats okay. I'll just have to take you to paris for dinner.

"Paris? Wicked. They have good desserts there." Spoken like a true tweenager. "Guess that means I need to get the dress back from Bar again."

Or another one. Or even a paper sack, cause you could make even that look sexy......

*oooh, silver tongue Tim.*

"Flatterer. Of course, that only makes me your equal, right?" She raises an eyebrow at him.

Equal? No....

*Careful Tim.*

One could not compare a lowly boy like me to you.....

Ace snorts.
"Sorry, can't pull that one on me. There's no boy about it."

*Tim blushes and buries his head in her lap.*

Ace snickers cheerfully and pets his hair.

*And the hair changes under her touch as she pets, turning a bright red as Tim pouts in a different body.*

Ace'd be halfway across the room if she wasn't so coviniently held down. She's pressed back in her chair, staring at... Tim?
"Bloody hell..."

(ooc: Okay, not going, because evidently their hand trumps mine, darnit.)

*Tim raises his head, smiling at Ace.*

what?

((ooc: Huh?))

Poor Ace. She's in shock.
"When you said you were half fairy, you weren't kidding, were you?" Not the most PC statement ever... but she's a mite bit stunned.

(ooc:Pay no mind to the really annoyed student behind the computer. She only wants to kill the counselers a little bit.)

*Tim shakes his...her.... Tims head shakes. Curls bounce.*

Nope, I'm... mostly man?

Ace's eyebrows creep up to seek refuge in her hairline.
"Mostly?" weakly.

*Tim blushes and shifts back male.*

Er, sorry, something i'm working on.

"No, wait, hold on a minute..." Tim, how many times must I warn you not to get her curious? "How does that work?"

*Tim likes a curious Ace. He waggles his fingers.*

Magic.

"Well yeah, I got that." she rolls her eyes at him. "I mean, for someone who went all macho on me because he was horrified about the V-day incident, you seem awful relaxed about being a woman."

*Tim crosses his arms, glaring and digging into the ground.*

S'not like I'm sucking cock or anything.... i just kinda like being pretty sometimes.

"Hey, none of that. You're the one who turned into a woman on me, not the..." she stops, pauses. "Alright, wait a moment while I go make that sentence makes as much sense in the real world as it did in my head."

*Tim grins at her.*

I'll wait.

Slower, she tries again.
"You changed genders on me, boyo. Without warning. I reserve the right to ask questions. And just so you know, I travelled around with a bloke who wore Victorian ruffles and velvet in the 1970's, so I can take different."

*Tim nods along with her.*

Ask away my love.