marian-maide:

I think I am.

I went to this thing called a spa. It did wonders for my mood.

Oh, really? That sounds wonderful, it’s good to hear that you’re doing fine again.

marian-maide:

That’s good to hear dear!

Oh, Marian! Are you doing better today, darling?

I couldn’t be happier right now!

Is it over yet?

marian-maide:

Nothing.

It does not matter. And I’d rather not speak of it anymore.

Oh.. Okay. If you need something to feel better, don’t hesitate to talk to me.

Is it over yet?

marian-maide:

At least it ends tomorrow.

Some rather rude words is all.

Yes…

Oh? What happened?

Is it over yet?

marian-maide:

I have had better days.

I would imagine I could say the same for you.

Yes, I think after the body swap, this is the worst day I’ve had. Or maybe this one is even worse, I’ve been turned into a freaking boy and I can’t go out because apparently teenagers will attack me…

Why are you having a bad day, though?

Is it over yet?

marian-maide:

I guess that’s true.

*sigh*… Well, anyway, how are you Marian?

Is it over yet?

marian-maide:

At least you’re not stuck in it forever.

Well, yes.. But it’s just not nice to be stuck as a boy, even if it ends tomorrow morning.

Is it over yet?

marian-maide:

I do not think so.

Ugh.. I’m getting tired of this body, it’s too tall.

Is it over yet?