[A cat-nap at the beach seemed like a nice idea. There were plenty of ways to mess with people, too. He didn't expect, when he woke again, to feel like the world had changed. He didn't expect to see that the world had changed. As Aak opens his eyes, the snow on the ground starts to shimmer with color. In the skyline are neon lights that reflect a harmony of colors on the pure white ground.]
[Aak pushes himself up on the beach chair and feels an ache through his whole body. When he'd gone to sleep he'd been light-hearted and optimistic. Now, there's not even wonder or surprise at the scene in front of him. Yeah, yeah, some totally new and weird thing happened. So what. As he blearily scratches the back of his head he hears Weiss.]
... oh. It's Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. [There's not joy or derision in the nickname, it's just stated.]
I guess it's you this time, huh. [He kicks off the chair and stands up in the illuminated snow. His outfit's a total mismatch, now. He'd managed to get a wetsuit that smoothed down most of his furriness, except for an exit for his tail. At least, if it were truly cold, the wetsuit was insulated.]
Ready to get this over with?
[The feeling that had flooded Aak, through activation of his suit, was despair, inevitability, and apathy. The only desire that still bubbled up was the hotel's demand for sexual action. He can't even feel delighted at the idea of teasing a prude.]
a!
[Aak pushes himself up on the beach chair and feels an ache through his whole body. When he'd gone to sleep he'd been light-hearted and optimistic. Now, there's not even wonder or surprise at the scene in front of him. Yeah, yeah, some totally new and weird thing happened. So what. As he blearily scratches the back of his head he hears Weiss.]
... oh. It's Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. [There's not joy or derision in the nickname, it's just stated.]
I guess it's you this time, huh. [He kicks off the chair and stands up in the illuminated snow. His outfit's a total mismatch, now. He'd managed to get a wetsuit that smoothed down most of his furriness, except for an exit for his tail. At least, if it were truly cold, the wetsuit was insulated.]
Ready to get this over with?
[The feeling that had flooded Aak, through activation of his suit, was despair, inevitability, and apathy. The only desire that still bubbled up was the hotel's demand for sexual action. He can't even feel delighted at the idea of teasing a prude.]