9th sketch - [voice, backdated to this morning? idk]

[sketchingideals]

[The feed starts with a small, feminine groan--even more feminine than Jeb usually sounds. Then a little bit of shifting around can be heard. It's then that someone starts speaking:]

Hey Silver, are you around? I think I need some--

[For a moment, there's just silence. Then, quiet sobbing.]

Why? This is too much, even for this place. I-I can handle anything else, but why...? When I already miss her so much?!

[The sobbing just gets louder before he--she?--realizes the journal's on and hastily moves to end the feed.]

((OOC: To explain, Jeb currently is affected by "you are what you love" and has thus taken the form of his beloved girlfriend Tori. ...and isn't taking it well, obviously.))

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[voice]

[tsunsandsteals]

[The sound of the crying still reaches Silver, who throws down his toothbrush and wipes away most of the toothpaste foaming on his mouth. He hasn't even taken a good look in the mirror yet...]

Jeb?!

[voice]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb tries desperately to lower his--her--Tori's voice as he calls back to Silver. It doesn't work too well, since he's still sobbing rather heavily.]

Silver, p-please get in here! [Face in hands now, still crying. He feels horrible for asking Silver to drop whatever he's done, but right now...]

[voice]

[tsunsandsteals]

[And then it dawns on him that Jeb's voice didn't sound the way it should]

...did the table corner kick you in the nuts or something? [rushing to Jeb's aid, no man should ever have to suffer a smack to the nads]

[voice]

[sketchingideals]

No! [W-What sort of suggestion is that? But he pulls the hands away from his face, just so Silver can see. He's done enough drawings of Tori that Silver should be able to recognize her easily enough, or so Jeb hopes.]

[voice]

[tsunsandsteals]

[it can be doubletake time nao]

...Tori?! No, Jeb?! What is this, I- [he reaches out to put a hand on, um, "Tori"'s shoulder and that's when he realizes his arm is longer than it should be]

[voice]

[sketchingideals]

...no, it's Jeb.

[He can tell that Silver sounds and looks different, even through his own misery. Because he is rather miserable right now.] This is going too far...

[voice]

[tsunsandsteals]

...you're her, though. A-and my arm grew. What is this?!

[voice]

[sketchingideals]

No, I look and sound like her. [Gets a good look at Silver, through his tears.] ...you look older.

[voice]

[tsunsandsteals]

...what? Older-!? ...hang on. [rushes off to double check the bathroom mirror. A fairly loud scream of WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK can be heard seconds later]