Upon seeing Chou, Montaro scrambles to fix his hair, dust off his slacks, and straighten his cap before he feels he's fully presentable.
Whew. Time to make it or break it.
“Chou-chan! Chou-chan, <Je-je-je-je vous ai dis dois quelque chose>. It’s really--- really super urgent. I can’t, ah, be made to wait any longer for this!”
SWAP! WITH HIROMASA OR MONTARO .. ANYONE?? ANYONE??? anyone i swear tis is great
“…Is thi-thi-is what you’d call an…out– ‘out-of-body experience’? Freaky…”
The voice that came out of him just then was quite clearly not his own, and Montaro clamped a hand down tightly over his mouth to muffle an insistent yelp. The more he breathed through his fingers, the more uncomfortable he was made to feel in this other body, almost weightless and floating in comparison to the burly Herculean mass he was used to.
His first instinct was to feel around and pass his fingers over his face, as if in search of an explanation. Spidery fingers found their way to the side of his head and reached a single lock of blue hair. He pulled this lock up to his face for examination and… fearfully let it sproing back into its spot.
“Chuh-Ch—- I-I’M-I’M-I’M SO SORRY–!”
This was his first immediate thought, and all he could think of to say.
“Good morning, Chou-chan! You look cool today! Nuh-not that-- Not that you don’t look cool every day, but you look... especially cool today! Anyways, I’m taking a poll for Stat, and I was wondering if I could ask you a quick question and collect your, um-- your-your data!”