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[snowtop]

[This is not a good day. Xanth wakes up and feels... different. Then he looks down and sees plating instead of skin, three fingers instead of five, and tentacles instead of a mouth.

Xanth has woken up as a Poleepkwa.

When he first sees himself he screams, but it comes out as more of a buzzing. Then he tries to talk, but all he can manage is stammered clicks. Whatever he is now, it couldn't talk the way humans could, and it was then that Xanth resolved to hide until this wore off. But he couldn't - e was hungry. So, he decided he would run out to the kitchen, stock up, and then run back.

But was then that he realized none of his clothes fit, and he was cold as hell.

Xanth is out and about. First, he makes a trip to the clothier's tower and grabs whatever will fit. (Unfortunately, no shoes are made to fit his new feet.) Then, he runs off to the kitchen to get breakfast and grab dinner so he won't have to come out again.

But no matter where he goes, this tall bug-alien's got an ugly, patchy, mismatched blanket wrapped around him like a cape.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide looks down at the little drawing. Then at Xanth's descriptions.]

[And he laughs.]

[He laughs hard.]

[It's something he hasn't done in ages, and it... feels oddly good to do.]

[eventedthree]

[Xanth blinks a few times, surprised. He's never seen Ironhide laugh that hard - in fact, he's never seen Ironhide do much more than a chuckle.

Instead of worrying that Ironhide is laughing at him, Xanth feels proud that he could be so amusing. Gods know the old soldier needed it.

So he just looks fondly at Ironhide, his eyes not so wide, and his tendrils wiggle a little. It would have been a grin, but if he could grin, he wouldn't have needed the emotes anyway.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He laughs a while longer, before reaching out and patting the boy-turned-whatever on the arm.]

Good kid. Been a while since I did that.

[eventedthree]

[He very nearly writes that Ironhide should do it more often, but that feels... presumptuous, and so he doesn't. Xanth does, however, rather enthusiastically wiggle his antennae and scribble out something else:]

glad to help!! or something

[Yes. That needed not one, but two exclamation points.]