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[drinkuntilidie]

So I ain't be a pink-skin dis time, but now I ain't be knowin' what da hell I be. Pretty sure I just ripped my clothes too.

[Kevas switches revealing his new form. He's just as tall as he was before but much broader. Not only that but his skin is now gray instead of green and instead of tusks he's got horns. His is perched precariously between his horns.]

Dis bettah not last till da tournament cuz I sure as hell ain't fightin' like dis.

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[ghostly_stutter]

[A very loud, embarrassingly high-pitched squeak can be heard, along with two light slapping sounds in quick succession. Chloe had quickly slapped first one hand, then the other over her gaping mouth as she stared at her journal and blushed darker still. Did Kevas--? Yes. Yes, he did indeed say that. She emits an embarrassed groan before slipping her hands from covering her mouth.]

D-Derek and I--

W-we don't--ah... w-we haven't--

[Yep. So not going there. She quickly changes the subject.]

Well, do you feel stronger? Are your senses more effective? You never know, there may be more to it than you realize.

Sorry about your tusks.

[drinkuntilidie]

Did I break jah?

[Now that reaction is just priceless. So they haven't gotten that far along have they? Maybe Kevas will have to play matchmaker a little bit, or maybe he'll just embarrass them both some more. He hasn't decided yet.]

Not really, be feelin' da same as befuh. If anytin' my hearin' and smell be worse.

Maybe I'll just carve dese horns off and stick dem in my mouth.