"I've got no idea what you're turning into," Shaun shrugged, though he supposed that they couldn't rule out changing into something like Cross entirely. There was no way to know for certain, and no precedence to go on for actual answers. "But I can make an educated guess based on your ancestry--and the eyes, they're a bit of a dead giveaway that it'll be something predatory."
Shaun went back to his chair, tucking his wings in and trying to look as though he wasn't staring, because it was still a bit difficult to actually believe that he was actually witnessing this. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it actually felt like, other than 'probably quite awful.' "And the good news is that you don't have to worry about buying anyone gifts until next year, so you get to skip on the annual mass hysteria that is holiday consumerism. It's the twenty-sixth."
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Date: 2015-02-24 09:08 pm (UTC)Shaun went back to his chair, tucking his wings in and trying to look as though he wasn't staring, because it was still a bit difficult to actually believe that he was actually witnessing this. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it actually felt like, other than 'probably quite awful.' "And the good news is that you don't have to worry about buying anyone gifts until next year, so you get to skip on the annual mass hysteria that is holiday consumerism. It's the twenty-sixth."