@hosttrick
Ah, there it goes again. Just when she’d gotten used to her original body, she’s back into someone else’s. Again, there’s that dulled sensation in her senses, the feeling that someone’s draped a thin blanket over her head to prevent her from seeing the world as it really is, but more than that, she feels weak. Taller, maybe, but this is definitely just a regular human body. Lame.
“Dammit, I was just in the middle of Chopped,” she groans, rifling through her new pockets. The cellphone is there, and all it takes is a quick switch to the front camera to find-
“...Gimme a break. Why couldn’t it at least be a hot guy?”
Sighing, she opens the phone’s messaging app, trying her best to avoid snooping through the messages. She just needs to find her own name and get this sorted as quickly as she can.
To: Makoto N. From: Yomiel
[>] hey tell me who won chopped [>] it was the short haired lady right [>] the other guys appetizer was way undercooked so im surprised he lasted past the first round
