[Do everything tomorrow? Something like that… though Shoyo will soon find that even (especially?) in person, Rindo isn't in much of a playful mood. Guessing monster types is a lot less uncomfortable than changes, at least. Did your spine bloodily burst into a weird draconic-looking crest? Did your legs break to reshape themselves? Did your feet split apart to form talons? (Of course, there are changes far less traumatic than this, but… to guess too optimistically, or too pessimistically—both feel like severe missteps.)
Shoyo's comment about staring is clearly a joke, but Rindo hopes he won't actually do too much of that.]
yup see u tomorrow gn!
[…And so, on the next day at lunchtime, Rindo's waiting at their agreed-upon meeting spot.
Shoyo won't have any trouble recognizing him; there hasn't been major changes since the last time they met in person. The green of his skin is vibrant, and yet (perhaps confusingly), the flowers on his heads and arms are… not wilted, per se, but they've seen better days. There's no spark behind his brightly-colored eyes; they look dull and lifeless, casting uneasy glances around in search of a shock of orange hair… assuming, of course, that Shoyo hasn't lost it during his changes.]
<rindragon> cw: body horror
Shoyo's comment about staring is clearly a joke, but Rindo hopes he won't actually do too much of that.]
yup
see u tomorrow
gn!
[…And so, on the next day at lunchtime, Rindo's waiting at their agreed-upon meeting spot.
Shoyo won't have any trouble recognizing him; there hasn't been major changes since the last time they met in person. The green of his skin is vibrant, and yet (perhaps confusingly), the flowers on his heads and arms are… not wilted, per se, but they've seen better days. There's no spark behind his brightly-colored eyes; they look dull and lifeless, casting uneasy glances around in search of a shock of orange hair… assuming, of course, that Shoyo hasn't lost it during his changes.]