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[ozmosis]

[ The letters for this message appear very slowly, and each one is a little bit sloppy. Like whoever is writing it isn't used to writing—or maybe like they're trying to write with hands that are no longer normal human hands. ]

Can anyone here alter pants to accommodate a tail?

- Oscar

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[eidxiety]

Come see me at the tailor shop and I'll do it. ^^ I'm the deer taur looking person :O

[ozmosis]

Thank goodness.

Do you like casseroles? I can't repay you right away, but I can eventually.

[eidxiety]

I'll eat anything as long as it tastes good.

[But then he remembers his deer stomach did Not like the chicken he tried to eat earlier, so...]

Um. If you could make it vegetarian, though... haha, I can't eat meat these days.

[ghostharasser]

You too, huh.

[ozmosis]

I can do that, easily.

Do you like rice and chickpeas?

[ozmosis]

Yes.

I'd warn you to watch out for the mushrooms but I guess you already know that.

[ghostharasser]

I even know better than to trust mushrooms that look like that and I still got got. Ugh.

It's not the worst thing I've been turned into, I guess.

[ozmosis]

[ Oh, he hates the sound of that. ]

Does this sort of thing happen a lot here?

[ghostharasser]

Here? Eh, a little. The place I was in before? Much more often. My home world? I got stuck in a pig's body once. Long story.

[ozmosis]

[ Oscar knows by now that Dipper is being completely serious, but like... is he, though?

Probably. ]

Did the pig get stuck in YOUR body?

[eidxiety]

Yep ^^ I'm not really picky. You can bring that whenever though :O Right now, focus on bringing whatever clothing you need altered to me. I should have it done fairly quick since it's not a new outfit~.

[ghostharasser]

No. Probably not. The whole mess happened because of an experiment of my uncles and basically anyone who stepped on this crazy static-charged carpet could swap. I think at some point like ...eight people were stuck in that room.

For MOST of the day, it was just my sister and I swapped.

[ozmosis]

[ Easy, then. Oscar doesn't bother letting Ain know he's on the way; that's probably obvious by now. Instead he simply shows up at the tailor shop about 20 minutes later. He's dressed a little silly—the only pair of pants he had available to immediate sacrifice to accommodate his tail is a pair of pajamas, and he's wearing a rather loose poet shirt to minimize the amount of fabric rubbing against his fur—but the point is that he's here. ]

Hello...?

[ozmosis]

Why would someone make a devices that swaps minds into new bodies, then make it into a carpet?

[eidxiety]

[Ain just so happens to be outside the shop, laying in a patch of grass... deerloafed out on it, in fact, with bolts of fabric and supplies in front of him on a picnic blanket. Judging by the strips of fabric in his antlers, he's hard at work and has figured out how to properly utilize the extra parts he's been given.

He waves when he spots Oscar, with some of his fingers closed together because he's holding a sewing needle.]

Hiii! [He's also ridiculously tall, so he's going to stay seated lest either one of them break their necks looking at each other right now.] It's nice to meet you~. I don't think we've spoken in person before.

[ozmosis]

[ At least it's not hard to guess that Ain is the tailor. The fabric in his antlers is kind of a dead giveaway. And even though Oscar is used to having to look way up at other people to make eye contact, he's grateful that Ain decides to spare both of their necks. ]

We haven't. I only got here a couple months ago.

[ Which, as far as he can tell, is relatively recent even in a place like this. ]

I'm Oscar Pine.

[eidxiety]

Call me Ain~.

[A couple months is a little embarrassing for an extrovert like Ain, but he supposes he's been down in the dumps recently... ah, well, they've met now. That's what matters.

He holds out his hands for the clothing that Oscar wanted modified.]

Just pants, right? Are you sure your shirts aren't going to irritate the top of your tail? I can fix those too — it's pretty simple, I'll either cut out a half-moon shape into the bottom of it, or I can have the shirt split around your tail, although that might show a bit more of your back than you're prepared for.

[ghostharasser]

That is a fantastic question.

The answer is because he's the embodiment of "Just because I can doesn't mean I should, but I'm gonna do it anyway."

[ozmosis]

[ Ain won't need to be too embarrassed, at least! Oscar is pretty shy.

Oscar turns over the pants, and takes a moment to consider Ain's offer. It's true that having a shirt also cut to accommedate his tail would be nice, but... ]

Do you know how long something like this usually lasts?

[ozmosis]

Ah. I think I understand. I know some people like that myself.

[ And he says 'people', but who he means is 'Ruby Rose'. ]

[eidxiety]

Haha, to be honest? No. This is my first time being transformed into something. We were all trapped under the sea once, and that lasted about two weeks, and when I first showed up everyone was trapped on the beach and couldn't leave for about a month. But that was about containing and corralling us, not transforming us.

I guess, based on previous patterns, "a few weeks to a month" is a good guestimate, but this one is still an outlier.

[ozmosis]

[ A few weeks to a month... Oscar heaves a little sigh. ]

I should probably get at least one shirt altered, then.