Me? I was done for eating some pick'n'mix.

[Dulcie's living room is unusually full of baby things today. Nathan isn't exactly an unusual feature, but Stephen Stills' cat probably is. Little Neil is held up to the camera in a more than slightly ridiculous Christmas outfit. Nathan has claw marks across his face, but that doesn't seem to have any impact on his mood. He looks tearfully proud of the unhappy cat in his arms. For once it looks like it might even be genuine.]

Isn't he the cutest? I think he's got your eyes. And your smile.

[The cat is... definitely not smiling. He's pretty confined in his current position, but that doesn't stop him grumbling warningly. Nathan doesn't even notice, leaning forward to kiss Dulcie, who's giggling from the other end of the camera. Nathan's obscuring the view at this point, but an angry hiss can be heard as Neil struggles free, and the camera refocuses on him stumbling his way over to the other side of the room. Stupid elf shoes.

After watching Neil find a suitable hiding place, Nathan turns back to beam at the camera.] He's coming along so fast. I can't believe how well he's crawling already.

[ooc: Both Nathan and Dulcie are affected by it's a Boat, it's a Bug, it's Ours. Dulcie and Little Neil godmodded lovingly with Marion's permission.]

[Nathan, who's made sure the camera is far enough back to show off his entire body, is kitted out in a denim mini skirt and a skimpy spaghetti top. It also looks as though there may be a badly stuffed bra underneath that. He's barefooted at the moment, but there's a stray strappy sandle next to one of his feet.

Besides him is a fox, wearing a pink, lacy bra.]

City! As a good friend of mine once told me, "every man dies, but not every man really lives". Which is why, now my soul has presented herself to me, I have decided to embrace the truth and live my life as a woman. I can't lie to myself any longer. Not when the truth's right there in front of me.

Now, boys... I know it's tempting, but just so you know, I am definitely a lesbian. So, no touching.

And thank you, inner fox lady, for revealing this to me.

[Bending down, Nathan gives the fox a sloppy kiss on the nose. She looks smug, giving his cheek an equally sloppy lick.]

Now all you need is a new name. Maybe one of them can think one up?

Nah. Fuck 'em. I can think of my own name. Anyway, you're forgetting surgery.

Naming seems easier. And less painful.

Hey, you know what they say. You can't have pussy without having some pain.

[With a grin, Nathan disconnects the feed.]

[ooc; Nathan will be affected by Daemon Day for the entire weekend. Orange text is his daemon, regular text is Nathan. And, no. He didn't pay for those clothes. So if police types want to have had reports of Nathan not-so-subtly hanging around with a fox making off with women's clothing, feel free. \o>]