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As she slammed her alarm clock off, Calypso wondered if reality was doing the same to her without stopping, as she groaned in bed.
And continued to mewl out groans, as she realizes that it’s the actual morning now.
“At least I got 4 hours of sleep this time…” Calypso’s voice was still raspy. “Ha, like my eyeballs that are currently on fire cares about the difference—”
She picked herself up, rising from the bed as she feet searched for her slippers before ultimately finding and sliding into them. Toes nestling into the soft, white fuzz of the bunny design.
She walked to her door, and took her perched robes away from the hanger, putting them on but too tired, to immediately fasten the belt, but she eventually did.
Swinging the door open, Calypso marched and hunched over towards the bathroom like the undead. Crossing the halls, and hoping with her non-existent soul that she was fast enough.
“Damn Cal, ya’ want the breakfast I’m fixin’ or braaaaaaains~?”
She glanced over at Sal, her door open, as if she was waiting for her cousin to bug her.
“Fuck off, Sal,” Calypso droned, still marching forward towards the bathroom and fumbling at the doorknob.
“Oooooh, I’m tellin’ Ma that you’ve cuuuursed~” the older cousin quipped, winking with her tongue out.
Calypso stumbled into the bathroom regardless and locked the door. Disrobing, she turned on her portable radio that rested behind the sink’s faucets. Cranking the cheesy pop music to imply things she would rather out herself as a monster than let people think about her.
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Climbing into the tub, turning the shower on, she closed her eyes and let her mind race.
She still couldn't believe that her desperate idea was proving to be amazingly beneficial. Acting as bait as if she starred in some horror movie turned out to be an elegant solution to her troubles. Two or so months so far of managing the curse...
Considering how I wanted to rip Sal’s head off there… Yeah. The walls are weakening and my urges are becoming unruly, I’m afraid…
She shook her head, causing a knock-on effect of her wet hair flinging water outwards, hitting the curtains. Fighting against her new instructive thoughts telling her to just go through with it, proceeding to sigh softly. Isn't in control of all of it, of course.
That’s really bad… I love Sal being annoying, even when I hate it. “Rip her head off”? Monster Calypso is somehow more dramatic than Normal Calypso…
Reaching up to a wet lock, twirling it in her fingers. Noting that what was once nape-length and barely hitting her collarbone is now at the beginning of her back and at her chest.
And the hair is getting longer, too… I suppose I can still “hide” this, won’t be that noticeable… I pretty much evaded everyone yesterday and no human remembers anything important past a day unless they recorded it, so.
She stopped twirling her lock, looking down at her hand. Seeing that her nails have grown in size.
Hopefully the nails won’t be much of a problem, either…
But after a time of washing up and drying, she found herself scrubbing her teeth with her toothpaste as she stared at herself in the mirror.
Before stopping, with a look of discontent etched on her tired face.
Looking down, she saw that yet another toothbrush was ruined. Shaking her head, tossing it into her pink baggie, and grabbing the glass of water to rinse her mouth, spitting out bristles into the sink.
She flashed her teeth, some of them sharpening and her canines becoming awfully large.
Eh. I don’t smile or remotely talk to anymore outside the house, I’m fine today. But it’s the next day I’m worried about… I have to figure out how to groom all of this effectively, and quick.
Calypso gulped, uneasy in her expression. She loved what she’d become, but not everything was fun…
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