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Oh, no. It’s happened again. He knows the instant that he realizes his feet are on the ground, because he doesn’t have feet. At least it’s a little easier to stay standing, between his short periods of practice and the fact that this body feels a little more... what, stable? Solid? Something like that.

He’s surrounded by ice walls and ice sculptures, and a few other folks amidst them, but... not his own body, inconveniently. This isn’t where he was before the swap, anyway.

So, dealing with all of the awkward angles he has to put his arms at (and the stiffness of those joints, which is unique to this body), he pats himself down until, thankfully, getting ahold of a phone in his coat pocket.

from: Cephalon Ordis to: Thebestmaster

[txt] > hey, whoever!!

[txt] > you’re in my body? or at least you should be