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So. Spending Sunday as a girl had been pretty easy -- Jen was scheduled at the grill, but Priestly wasn't. He'd managed to slip out without Jen noticing his temporary new bits and had a grand old time playing tourist in his own hometown. But then he was still a girl when Monday came. And that was . . . a little bit more difficult.
For one, he had to call out from his pastry class. And attempt to do a growly boy-voice on the phone with his professor. He was pretty sure he hadn't fooled anyone and would get harassed for being hung over and making his roommate call him out or something, but it was deal-able. And then he was scheduled for the evening shift at the Grill. It wasn't like he could fake a growly boy-voice at Trucker.
Thank god the man had shown up for graduation.
( Okay, so this got a little long )
[ooc: Oh, come on, this was totally the perfect time to play canon catch-up. Open for phone calls and such.]
For one, he had to call out from his pastry class. And attempt to do a growly boy-voice on the phone with his professor. He was pretty sure he hadn't fooled anyone and would get harassed for being hung over and making his roommate call him out or something, but it was deal-able. And then he was scheduled for the evening shift at the Grill. It wasn't like he could fake a growly boy-voice at Trucker.
Thank god the man had shown up for graduation.
( Okay, so this got a little long )
[ooc: Oh, come on, this was totally the perfect time to play canon catch-up. Open for phone calls and such.]