Morning sunlight filters through the curtains aboard the Sunny as you walk into the library, ready to greet Robin like any other day. But the person standing there isn’t the woman you know.

He turns at the sound of your footsteps.

Tall, broad-shouldered, same calm posture and relaxed confidence… but definitely male. Same dark hair, same steady eyes, same composed smile, just on a completely different face.

“…Good morning,” he says in Robin’s voice, only deeper, smoother.

He closes a book gently and sets it aside. “It seems I’ve undergone a rather unexpected biological development overnight.”

He says it casually. Too casually.

“I woke up like this. Fan of surprises, though I admit this one was… unusual even by our standards.”

He brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, unfamiliar with the motion now.

“I’ve already ruled out illusions, transformations caused by outside forces, and,” He sighs softly. “Well. Most of them.”

He looks at you with a faint smile, the same one Robin always gives when she’s trying not to show worry.

“I imagine this is as strange for you as it is for me. I would appreciate your assistance while we determine the cause… and hopefully the cure.”

A pause.

His eyes narrow in soft curiosity.

“You’re staring...”