The Admin shrugged, summoning a screen.
“No problem,” he told Emmy. “I can make the potion for any race, too. You want to try being an elf? Or maybe hobgoblin?”
She tapped her foot. “Neko is fine, but if you think I’d look better as something else I’ll take it.”
“Neko it is,” he said, pulling two vials into existence. “Mostly because changing it would require the effort of pushing… three buttons.”
She laughed, picking a vial up. “Predictable.”
He picked up the other vial. “Don’t tell, but I’ve wanted to try one of these. Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
They drank.
He happened to know that the potion tasted like catnip. Since he’d never tried eating catnip before, to him it tasted vaguely minty. Not bad.
Meanwhile, his ears changed shape, he grew a tail, and fine fur covered his skin. The movement range on his ears was amazing. Having a tail wasn’t particularly exciting, but retractable claws would take some getting used to.
Emmy, having changed from kobold to neko, flattened the fur on her arms and smiled at him. “How do you feel?”
“Inhuman,” he said. “But in a good way.”
“It looks good on you,” she said, moving closer to him. “You should wear a tail full-time.”
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He looked at the tail in question. “Nah, don’t want the other Admins to call me a furry.”
She laughed softly, moving even closer. “Right, because you care so much about their opinions.”
Admin 6 grinned. “I try to care. A little. Sometimes.”
“Sure, we all believe that.” She put a hand on his arm, leaning in.
He realized she was going to kiss him and panicked. He scrambled away, tripped over a chair, and fell backwards. His skull hit the floor with a crack, and his vision blacked out for a moment.
Emmy took his arm, pulling him up into the chair. “Are you ok? Calvin, I’m… sorry.”
The Admin put his head in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to say something, but no words came out.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice soft. “I thought- I guess I… Sorry.”
He took a deep breath. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” He looked at her. “Me being here, with you, breaks four rules and eighteen guidelines. Being in a… relationship… with you is so completely unthinkable they’d have to make new rules to ban it. I’m sorry, I got too close. I didn’t mean to. If anyone ever, ever found out how I feel… I honestly don’t know what they’d do to me. Or to you.” He put his head back in his hands. “I should go.”
“Don’t.” Emmy took one of his hands, moving it so she could look him in the eye. “We’ll be careful. Or, you’ll be careful. I’ll just keep pretending I’ve never met you.”
The Admin smiled faintly, moving his free hand to brush her cheek. “You’re sure? Positive?”
“I did mean to get close to you,” she told him. “It took me long enough to break through your walls, I’m not backing down now. Besides, forcing someone to write a whole new chapter in the law books would be enough of a legacy for me.”
After a few seconds he shrugged. “They’re going to murder me anyway, I might as well spend the intervening time with you.”
She beamed, moving into his lap. “That’s the spirit.”