<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants Uniform (2 sizes too large at least)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Dorm Mother's Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone | Ceri, Seven<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan hadn't realized how exhausting the stress actually was. She had kept herself from really considering what had happened to her by distracting herself with the fact that everyone in the building might be distressed or in danger, but they seemed to have a better handle on getting transported here than her! This really didn't help matters. She didn't offer up any resistance as Ceri pulled her down, leaning onto her old friend for emotional support. Her yellow, bright eyes glanced up at Seven, and she nodded, weakly. "Y-yeah, please, if you can spare something... This one is nearly falling off of me." Sounding weary, Morgan tried to keep her shirt from slipping down, but her left shoulder was pretty bare right about now, and she simply sighed and didn't try to adjust it any further. Not that she could right now, anyway.<br/><br/>Still, the heat in the slime-girl's face didn't get lesser, it seemed to somehow increase further instead, being held so tightly and closely by Ceri. Darkly, she was reminded of some rather crude remarks she had heard in her parent's pub, about how some men would give 'their left nut' for certain women to do something like this to them, and realized that somehow, this stupid wild magic surge had done exactly that<em>and more</em>to her. Not... that she felt that much like complaining, right about now. She simply leaned into the hug instead of that. With each exclamation, Morgan felt her body squish slightly under Ceri's tighter and tighter hugs, feeling that her malleable body was basically molding itself to be hugged tighter and tighter. Small mercies that she hadn't just been turned into some mindless Gelatinous Cube...<br/><br/>"I'm rubbish at magic. My ritual was supposed to fix that." Stated Morgan with a sour aftertaste in her mouth. "Well, it didn't work. Unless you count reforming a body out of the protoplasm I ended up as as magic." Talking about this meant she could keep her mind off of the fact that her voice was still partially muffled by Ceri's huge chest, but even just that split-second thought made her red tone take on an even deeper scarlet. This felt... so nice. She could feel what passed for a heart in her pseudo-human body beat faster and faster.