Summary: What little civility that was happening between you takes an immediate swandive. Leaning back into the couch, she says, “You are worthless to me, E’clair. The moment I’m back in my body I’m going to force feed you ice cream until you die–” Thank god, this is something you can handle. “Keep it up, I’ll rub your face on some gym equipment or something. Get you the really good acne.” A bodyswap fic.
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