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2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday afternoon

Cecil didn't have any classes today, so he was splitting his time between writing passionate e-mail messages to ♥Carlos♥, walking around a lot, and feeding Foucault. Who seemed to need an awful lot of food, but he supposed that was normal for a growing...well, whatever he was.

At the moment, he was in the common room, trying to scrounge fish and shrimp, since Carlos had suggested Foucault looked closest to a flamingo, and the little guy did seem to like the stuff. Foucault was waddling and flapping about the counter, squeaking adorably.

[NFB when the door is closed (for Raven shapeshifting), please!

[Open common room!]

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"Yep." Cecil fed him a bit more shrimp and offered Raven a piece to give him, too. "They didn't know, so I asked my boyfriend ♥Carlos♥, and he said he looks mostly like a flamingo except the eyes, but he couldn't find anything just like him anywhere."

So he'd said he was the perfect pet for Cecil. Cecil was choosing to take that as a compliment.

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Sounded good to Raven. It wasn't like there were many folks just like her out there in the world, either.

She accepted the piece of shrimp and offered it up to Foucault, giggling a little as the little guy gobbled it down. "I guess you'll find out when he's all grown up then, huh?"

"Probably," Cecil agreed. "I wonder if he'll end up pink, or maybe some sort of weird indescribable color. It'd be pretty cool either way, right?"

"I think he should be blue." Raven thought most things and people should be blue.

"That would be neat," Cecil agreed. He cocked his head. "Would you like to be blue, Foucault? You would, wouldn't you?" he cooed, scritching under his chin.

Cecil had no problem with blue things and people.

Raven smiled wider. It was always nice to hear enthusiasm for blue creatures. "That reminds me," she said. "I was going to show you my trick, sometime."

"Oo, yes!" Cecil grinned over at him. "Foucault can see too, right?"

"Well, I don't know," Raven said teasingly. "Is he going to tell anybody?"

"Of course not!" Cecil protested. "His beak is sealed. Right, Foucault?"

Foucault beamed up at them both and squeaked.

"Well alright, then," Raven said. "Can you guard the door? I don't want anyone coming in and seeing."

"Sure!" Cecil nodded and stood guard gravely. He knew how to keep secrets. (He'd gotten a B in it. It would've been an A, but come on! How could he not have told that one?)

Once he was in place, Raven stood up. "Okay, watch." What looked like a cascade of blue scales turning over erupted across her skin, and then she stood there, in all her natural blue glory -- and her mimicked dress. She was pretty sure Cecil wouldn't freak out over her shapeshifting, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have a bad reaction to her being naked.

Cecil was a red-blooded teenage (at the moment) boy. He was also terribly gay, and probably would only have questions about logistics like "what happens if you spill something on your dress and it's you?"

But still. He blinked, eyes wide for a moment. "Oh, wow! That's lovely!"

The same thing that happened when you spilled something on your skin, really. It made laundry day really easy (and, in fact, frequently non-existent).

Raven blushed (not that you could tell) and looked down. "Thanks. Back home, reactions are usually more along the lines of 'it's a demon, kill it with fire'." Seriously, if she never saw a pitchfork again. . . .

Cecil's eyes went wide. "But why?" Then he blinked, sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Oh, right. Because people are stupid. Well, I'd apologize for them all, but I try not to hang out with bigoted assholes."

Also, he was really jealous of the lack of laundry. Just saying.

Raven rolled her eyes. "If I had my way, there wouldn't be any of them left." That was more ominous if you knew anything about her potential future as a mutant terrorist. "For all I know, there were bunches more like me out there who didn't manage to get away fast enough when the angry mobs arrived."

"That sucks a lot." Cecil checked the door was secure, then came over and handed her Foucault. Was she the hugging type? He wasn't sure.

"Maybe they did. They could be hiding or something." He thought about it for a moment. "I don't think we have any blue folks in Night Vale, but we do have a few with red hair. And at least one set of Hiram McDaniel's eyes are yellow. And he's running for mayor!"

Raven really would make an awesome mayor.

She was not hug averse, though she was used to only sometimes getting them from Charles.

"How many eyes does he have?" she asked. Really, his home town sounded really interesting.

"Ten, I think." Cecil shrugged. "He is a five-headed dragon." He grinned. "Have you ever tried an extra head? Our high-school's star quarterback had an extra for a while; it really came in handy."

"Five headed dragon, huh?" Raven considered that, then, once she thought she had a good image in her head, shifted.

She went with a small one, only about the size of a labrador retriever -- no need to break anything, after all -- but she still thought she looked pretty viscious.

"How's this?" she asked. From all five mouths.

"Um." Cecil's eyes were pretty round now. She did look nicely vicious! It took him a second to remember this was Raven. "Wow!" He looked around, but didn't see a mirror. "Let me get a picture, so you can see!"

"Okay!" Raven preened a little, then scratched behind one head's ears with a hind leg, her tail whipping about a bit. "I've never tried this one before. I bet it'll scare the pants off my brother!"

"It scared the pants off me for a second!" Cecil announced cheerfully as he pulled out his phone. He backed up a bit to get all of her in the picture. "Say bees!"

Raven spread out her heads to make try to make sure he could get them all at their best angles. "Beeeeeeeeessssss."

Ooo, these mouths were great for hissing.

"Oo, neat!" Cecil snapped the picture and made sure he hadn't had a finger on the lens or anything. "Look!" He held the screen up to the nearest head.

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