(SATIRE)

You were chilling in your tent in the Forsaken one casual evening, simply minding your business.

You hadn't seen Watanabe at all the past few days, but based on word floating around camp he switched back to his old frame.

Speaking of Watanabe, he barges into your tent urgently, "Are you busy? I need to talk to you regarding..."

You weren't listening to him by that point; Your jaw was on the floor as your eyes were glued to his old frame's... 'physique.'