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*Akito wasn't used to the feeling of waking up, but it wasn't entirely unknown. Nor was the feeling of a beating heart inside his chest cavity. Even the sensation of being in a body that was not shaped like his wasn't completely weird. The manor had pulled something like this on him before, though at that point it hadn't been all the time.

Rolling off his normally unused bed, he went about moving each muscle he could manage to shift, making sure everything was working right. Or at least as right as he could figure with four thing legs and nine...tails?

He does a full body shake and trots over to the door. His hands....feet....paws weren't built to turn a knob, so he stretches up to bite it, a low growl trickling up his throat.

When that fails, he takes a few steps back and launches himself at the door a couple times, attempting to alert someone to his predicament. Several minutes later, failing that as well, he seriously considers the window across the room*

((You've got two options to encounter him: Either hearing him pounding against the door and coming to help, if you can, or seeing him pitch himself straight out his window, landing gracefully on the lawn.))

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*there was peaceful silence for a minute or two, but suddenly there was a crash from the manor, and a rain of glass hitting the grass mere seconds before a large white and blue fox lands in a roll, cushioning itself with its nine tails before regaining its feet.

Akito shook himself hard, dislodging glass shards from his fur, and finally notices Rapunzel. He can't tell who it is, but she has to be a manor resident....right?*

Are you okay?!

*he flicked his tails and flexed his muscles*

I seem to be functional.

*she sounded familiar, he's going to curiously move over and sniff at you, Rapunzel, trying to figure out who you are. Even though he doesn't usually rely on his sense of smell*

Have I met you before?

I think so, but without a face I recognise I can't say for sure.

I could probably place your voice, but as an organic being my memory isn't quite as functional as normal.

*he shakes once more to make sure he got the glass out of his fur*

Where were you headed?

[It goes without saying that there was a major Freak the Fuck Out once Badou had awoken into his newest form and once he had decided not to throw himself from his window to his kawaii death, we find him leisurely strolling past the manor's lavish rooms, where a scraping noise reaches his ears. He stops before the door in question, cocks his head, listens. There it is again, accompanied by growling.] ....Is some fucker really trynna rub one out?

[A gleeful and terrible little smirk wound its way onto his tiny snout as he cups a claw to said smirky snout and calls to the poor bastard inside, clearly he's helpful] Ooooi, use your wrists man, you can do it! Think of Pam Anderson's tits!

*Akito stops chewing on the doorknob and leans down to sniff under the door. There was some kind of small mammal over there, the scent of....was that fire?

And what the hell was he talking about. Using his wrists? He had no hands to open the door with!*

Who's Pam Anderson?

[Once the scratching stops Badou figures they guy has lost his mojo. Badou's voice does that. And so he frowns, totally skeptical. Was he really about to have this talk.]

What the hell kinda rock did you come up from? Tig Ol' Bitties Pam; playgirl, actress, wet dream of Americans since bouncin' them jugs around the beach all them years ago? Jeeez, kids these days...Help yourself, man. Help. Yourself.

*Akito’s face screws up in confusion*

I don’t understand. I am trying to help myself, but my door won’t open. Are you able to reach the knob? *no, really, trying to explain yourself is only going to make it worse, Badou*

[Badou is nothing, if not unhelpful. So the squawk of surprise probably doesn't come as a surprise either] VOYEURISM!? IN THIS DAY AN AGE, IN THIS SHITHOLE?! JEEEEZUZ GOD...

[Then it dawns on him and he scratches a claw beneath his chin or...whatever he has] Oooooh, you can't get out, huh? Least you won't get shit for any closet jokes.....
Uuuhhh I'd say...since I'm not even three feet tall I probably can't. Plus I ain't got any thumbs. I could...blast the door off with this fire on my back or somethin' though. If that'll help.