Sometime later, with a throbbing headache, and limbs that felt like lead, Étaoin awoke with a groan. Sitting up slowly, dark eyes glanced around the room, gaining barings back remembering where they were, glancing at the empty glass bottle next to them. “Righ’ I drank that physique potion…” Mumbling to themselves quietly, slipping off the bed towards the only mirror in the room, to see how it changed. What they wanted to be, from the beginning, but couldn't. How they wanted to have similar features to the parents they didn’t quite know, but the face of a mother that they remembered taking care of when they were younger. Staring in the mirror, hand lifted to the high cheekbones, and the slanted but alluring eyes, hair still dark, but much much shorter.
They’re thoughts instantly jumped back to how much trouble this could cause in the short run, mostly on what friends who knew they’re previous look, before this happened. It was a spontaneous decision, but also something that Étaoin had been pondering over for quite some time, but spontaneous to go through with it now of all moments. Dressing was going to be a problem. It seemed they had grown a little in height compared to before, but sure enough, the clothes that Priscilla had brought, should fit them, after all it was baggy clothing and boots.
Changing was a hassle but it got done, and now for their next quest. Finding people or a person, it was time to continue the little game of hide and seek with a good friend of theirs. Exiting the inn, Étaoin made their way down the streets, and hopefully they would run into the person they wanted to actually meet with, if he was still in the city that was.
When there is no JEALOUSY."