"You're insane," you scowled, as your shifted your glare from Vlad, towards Lukas, and finally resting on Arthur.
"Well, do you want this done, or not?" Arthur snapped back, his frown becoming deeper. "I'm not obliged to do this for you, anyway!"
"Well, I don't want to be you damn charity case, either!" You retorted.
"Fine, then, I'm off!" Arthur turned around, but came face-to-face with Francis, who simply turned him back around to face the gigantic circle on the floor.
"It all looks so fucking creepy!" you shuddered, as you looked around you, at the candles, the dim lights, the circle.
"Look, [Name], this is for your own good, so you just need to calm down, and get this over and done with." Mel seemed to be the most rational of the lot, as she stood in her place, on the outside of the circle.
With a gulp, you stepped into the circle. The situation was unnerving, surely, but to get back what you had lost, you definitely had to give a bit, right?
"Are you read-"
"FUCKING HELL, ARTHUR, COULD YOU MAKE YOUR VOICE LESS CREEPY?"
"COULD YOU PLEASE NOT INTERRUPT ME, NEXT TIME?"
And so it continued.
is [Name] okay? She's acting really strange..."
"Melanie was saying something about PMS, Vlad."
"PM-...wait, isn't she supposed to be a GUY now, Lukas?"
"I'd prefer to not try and understand."
"Yeah...I'll do the same..."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"A date, oui? We must arrange one for chérie [Name] and mon ami."
Melanie shook her head. "No, no. I'd rather let things be natural, take their own course."
"But you do not know Gilbert! He needs to have something placed in front of him, to understand!"
"You can't just randomly set them up on a date!"
"Mais oui! It won't be hard!"
"And why not?"
"Guys, guys...I'm still a guy." You decided to interrupt this heated debate before it went too far.
"Yeah, but they said that tomorrow morning, you'll wake up as a girl." Mel replied.
"But, what?" Melanie frowned, looking towards you.
"But...what if this doesn't work?"
"What do you mean "this doesn't work?" Of course it'll work!" Mel seemed slightly offended. "And if it doesn't, I'll have Arthur's head on a platter."
"Elle a plein de cran, non?"
"Don't be bad-mouthing me in French, Francis!" Melanie retorted.
"I only complimented you, mon amour," was Francis' placid reply.
Ignoring Francis, Melanie turned towards you, again, and held you firmly by the shoulders. "Listen to me, [Name] stop being so damn negative about this whole thing. I don't know why you're being like this, but my point is that there's no harm in believing. Now, as much as I might sound like your mum, I really think that you should go to bed tonight, and we'll deal with whatever the situation is tomorrow morning, okay?"
"...it's probably just the hormones."
"The hormones. Must be making me all weird," you replied, your face devoid of expression.
Melanie slapped your shoulder, laughing. "Don't be all weird, [Name], I still know that you're being all paranoid for no reason. I'm not your best friend for nothing. Now, Francis and I are leaving, and you just get yourself to bed, okay?"
"Use a condom."
"OH MY...JUST YOU WAIT, [NAME]!"
"For the little kiddies?" You smirked.
Maybe life wouldn't be TOO bad, as a guy...