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.

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"You are not hotter than me," Kuzco declared wrongly. "I am one hot llama."

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"Maybe to other llamas."

Dante did not sound convinced.

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"Even to non-llamas!" Kuzco said. "The moose in the front office tried to ask me out."

That was probably not helping your case, Kuzco.

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"You mean the big slobbery thing with the horns?" Dante said, pulling a face. "Pretty sure he hasn't gotten any moose-nookie in a long time."

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"Not something I've spent a lot of time thinking about," Kuzco said, making a face of his own. "Ew."

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"I'm just sayin', that's not really scoring you any points."

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Kuzco hated when other people might be right. Haaaaaaaaaated it.

"Fine," he sniffed.