Third floor common room, Saturday afternoon, April 1, 2017

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Okay, so it had taken Kuzco sliiiightly longer than usual to notice that he wasn't a he today. In his defense, he tried to spend as little time as humanly (llama-ly?) possible contemplating the...boybits of his llama body.

Clad in a fabulous poncho and with eyelashes aquired from wherever the poncho had materialized from, Kuzco lounged around the common room whining out loud about his predictament because he really, really loved to hear himself speak.

Herself speak?

Pronouns were confusing this weekend.