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Fourth Floor Common Room, Evening

As had become tradition for StuCo sponsored events, a large table was off to one side, covered with snacks and tubs of drinks.

The chairs and couches had all been pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the floor open for the whose ever turn it was.

Isabel rushed around collecting last minute ideas for things to be acted out.

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"You were the anteater?" Her jaw might have dropped just a little.

"...yes." Marco said in a tiny voice.

"Okay. So I fed you pancake and petted you and talked to you." She stared at him, doing her best not to laugh. "And you settled yourself in my lap and I actually hugged you to my...chest."

"At least I was cute?"

Annette couldn't help it, she laughed. "Yeah, you were definitely cute! And I acted totally silly, talking to you."

"Hey, I could totally understand everything you were saying. Being an anteater does not kill my intelligence. Being an ant on the other hand..." Marco trailed off and shuddered.

"...you can be an ant?" Umm...

"...Yeah. Once. It was bad. Ants are creepy."

"How do, does that happen?" Really, she was totally curious.

"Long story or short story? And how did I develop this really not-as-awesome as it first appears talent or how does it work?"

"Whatever version you want. Both?" She scooted a little closer to him in case he wanted to speak lower, so no one overheard.

Marco? Had no problem scooting closer. "Basically, an alien space ship fell on me and my friends and we got the power to morph, only my world? Is under attack by another alien race. I can turn into any animal who's DNA I've acquired for two hours." He paused. "Since humans are animals, I can turn into my old vice-principal."

She listened intently, curiously. "So, that is...well, Marco, I think that is pretty cool actually. Not that your world is under attack, I feel sorry for that. But, wow. So you could morph into me?"

"Not right now, no. I haven't acquired your DNA and honestly? I like to stick to my own gender, except that thing with the wolf, and morphing into you would be a whole new level of freaky that my brain won't be able to handle." Marco peered at Annette. "You think it's cool, really?"

Annette was nodding as he spoke. "Yeah, I could understand that. I guess if I could morph I wouldn't want to morph into the opposite sex. That is really kind of weird to think about, isn't it?" She smiled at him. "I do, really."

"It's not until you're considering morphing into a lizard to get out of algebra do you truly hit the weird. So think it's cool enough to help me turn my life story in a Hollywood movie?" Marco asked with a smirk.

She giggled. "I don't know if I would do that. I'd be afraid of getting stepped on or tossed out or something like that. Then again, how can I say? If I had those sorts of powers, there's no telling what I might try."

Laughing she nudged him. "You don't want to do that. You might get famous or something and my telling you you're cute won't affect you anymore."

"Actually, being stepped on is not that big of a problem. A lizard's tail is completely removable." Marco happily informed her. "And that'll never happen."

"I don't want to talk about lizards. Unless their the really big ones. The little ones make me shiver, you know, like something is crawling on me?" She shuddered. "What will never happen? The movie or the cuteness not affecting you?" She asked with a grin.

"TThe cuteness not affecting me. Will never happen." Marco clarified and grinned. Cutely.

She giggled. "No, I didn't think so."

"Just uh...keep this a secret? Please?"

"Of course. I'm good at keeping secrets." She smiled.

(ooc: I might try? Been fighting a migraine all day and a little sick on my stomach. Why I have been so scarce today :-( )

Marco grinned at her.

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