[RL WITH SULU][backdated to the 15th]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto tried to roll over, but noticed two things. One, that there was someone in the space where he was trying to roll over, and two, that that someone was pretty much sprawled over-top of him. Oh. And that that someone was female. As was he, apparently. Still. He lay his head back down on the pillow with a sigh. Well. It could have been worse, he supposed. At least he was still humanoid. He'd rather be a woman than...god knows what, a cat or a fly or something. And there wasn't really anything bad with being a female, other than the fact that it was awkward. He didn't have to continuously keep touching anyone lest he pass out, or. Well, anything of that sort. So he supposed all-in-all, he'd gotten off easy. And he had Sulu staying over with him and everything.

The only problem was that they were both females, and had been for the last couple of days, and well. That was weird. He'd sort of become acquainted with this look on Sulu the last time that the man had been stuck as a woman, but. Himself being one as well... That was going to take some getting used to. Getting used to that he had hoped wouldn't have to happen, but this being the morning of day 3 of the virus, Ianto was starting to suspect that this one wasn't going to be one of the shorter ones after all.

((ooc note: From here-on out, all Ianto comments will be coming from twcoffeechick))

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[parked]

Sulu wasn't so easily woken up. Even with Ianto rolling over, he remained passed out; it'd been a little awkward falling asleep next to Ianto, wrapping an arm around him and not feeling the body he was necessarily used to, but. Ianto was himself no matter what gender he was, and Sulu was hardly unused to the woman's body he was sporting himself, so it became a non-issue pretty quickly.

Besides, Ianto was a damned good pillow as a woman.

Even though he was still pretty well asleep, he did move with Ianto as he shifted in bed, groaning a little before securing himself more firmly to the other. His hair had slipped partially out of the messy bun he'd adopted as an all-hours style, and some of it now lay tangled over his face.