[In a sense, Beau should probably be thankful if this was going to happen that the body she got wasn't horribly different to accomodate to. It's weird, but not... too weird. At least she has four limbs, she can run, no exhaustion clouds her mind. It's strange to not feel anything though-- no sun on her skin, no wind in her hair, sweat on her brow. She thinks if this were permanent there would be many, many more consequences to bear.
So she simply won't think about that. Easy. As if she can afford to just, not think about things. It's part of the reason she's out here doing flips and shit, because even that is tangible. If somehow she manages to hurt herself, that's tangible, it's real--
Beau hears the sprite before she sees the text, turning around once before she spots Drifter under the nearest tree, and waves to them. Even with no mouth, she instinctually puts a hand to the front of the helmet where a mouth would be.]
Hey! Drif-- oh, shit!
[Wait a fucking second. They're sitting down. The Drifter doesn't just sit. If she had eyes to squint right now, she'd be doing it.]
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So she simply won't think about that. Easy. As if she can afford to just, not think about things. It's part of the reason she's out here doing flips and shit, because even that is tangible. If somehow she manages to hurt herself, that's tangible, it's real--
Beau hears the sprite before she sees the text, turning around once before she spots Drifter under the nearest tree, and waves to them. Even with no mouth, she instinctually puts a hand to the front of the helmet where a mouth would be.]
Hey! Drif-- oh, shit!
[Wait a fucking second. They're sitting down. The Drifter doesn't just sit. If she had eyes to squint right now, she'd be doing it.]
Are you Drifter?? Or someone else?