WHATEVER YOU WANT script

PG. 1

"You're... a lesbian, aren't you?" Rawlin asks. "And I'm..."

"You're who I want," Mori says, raising a finger in proclamation. "I don't want to force you to be a girl just so I can stay a dyke! You be whatever you want."

"What... ever I want?" This is clearly a totally new concept to Rawlin.

Flashback, shown in a thought bubble, of an ominous white divine light. "Are you a man..." it asks, "or an animal?"

Meanwhile, back in the present, Mori is babbling anxiously, "I mean, fuck that, I get to be wrong and sexual orientation was invented by the sexologists anyways so fuck all that and coercive gender and all the rest of that human bullshit I was free to figure myself  out so you--"

Rawlin is clearly not paying a lick of attention. "Whatever I want..." she says, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

PG. 2

Later on, Mori and Rawlin are walking along together. Mori only comes up to Rawlin's hip; she has to reach up almost to her head to hold Rawlin's hand.

"I know how I appear to others, of course," Rawlin says. "I'd always be male to them."

"But..." Mori starts.

"And gender is such a human thing anyway," Rawlin continues, fluffing uncomfortably and pulling away from Mori's hand to gesture at herself. "I mean, look at me!"

"Well, yeah, but..." Mori says, "Brenyasi have gender. Our size, strength, vocal range, and fur comes from mix, not gender. Lots of Brenyasi girls are big." Indeed, there's an anonymous silhouette of a big, bulky, furry figure, more so than Rawlin.

"We aren't human, Rawlin," Mori finishes. "You don't have to pretend that you are."

PG. 3

Mori looks away, moving to push hair behind her ear in an old gesture despite her hair now being too short for it. "I've spent the past decade acting like I'm human," she says. "You remember way more than I do about Brenyasi. But... when I first resurrected, I wasn't sure what I was. I aggressively refused to care."

Tiny, teenage Mori appears in the panel with a Chelsea feathercut, fresh scars on her forearms, and a look of utter teenage annoyance, groaning.

"No one pushed me. They let me just be." Teenage Mori and Biff pal around, his arm slung over her shoulders as he calls her he, she, and they.

In the present, Rawlin kneels so Mori can cup her cheek. "And I want to let you just be too," Mori says. "Whatever you want."

Rawlin preses her hand to her cheek and then admits, "there is something I want... but..."

She looks embarrassed, averts her eyes. Mori, sensing something juicy, leans in and goes, "Yeeeesssss?"

PG. 4

Before her anxiety can paralyze her, Rawlin blurts, "I want you to call me babygirl in bed!"

Mori's head whips around.

"I know what I look like," Rawlin says, "but..."

Mori grabs her by the cheeks and leans in, a big grin on her face. "I can do that," she says.