[2/15] morning after

[thisfaceismine]

Though hardly a stranger to hangovers, this one it seems, is particularly heinous.

There's a ringing at his door, the sound piercing through the fog in his brain as he buries a groan into his pillow. His entire body aches, his muscles heavy and he closes his eyes tight against the bad dreams that have apparently decided to pervade his conscious thoughts.

"Fuck off," he grumbles when the bell sounds again, followed quickly by a firm, but polite knock.

Groaning loudly then, Freddie shoves his covers off his shoulders and swings his legs to the floor, frowning against the immediately intense pounding in his head. "I said fuck off," he growls though he's already padding his way through his flat, clad in the same pair of briefs and dress shirt from the night before. He'd gotten as far as unbuttoning, it seems, before he'd given up.

He doesn't bother checking the eyelet to see who's bothering him so early and his lips twist into a confused frown when he finds Noah on the other side, beaming up at him.

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[iwasmore]

"No!" Noah groans, sprawling back on the couch in a position of long suffering. He kicks lightly at Freddie's legs. "Boobs on my body? That would look weird as hell. You're so weird," he laughs.

[thisfaceismine]

"Well, you wouldn't just pop 'em on like a Mr. Potato Head doll," Freddie laughs, making no move to defend himself against Noah's kick, but still grinning. "I mean, you'd obviously change some other things about yourself as well. You haven't wondered how it'd feel to have girl bits at all?"

Because Freddie definitely has. He's quite a bit fan of his dick and he can't say he'd likely choose being a girl for any significant amount of time, but maybe a couple days would be fun.

[iwasmore]

Noah laughs at the idea of being a Mr. Potato Head doll. He has to admit that before he'd dated Krem he hadn't given gender much thought, and since then he had wondered, but he keeps it to himself right now. "Not really. You know that can happen, though, right?" he says, sitting up a little, grinning. "It's happened to a couple people I know. They just wake up the opposite sex. It's like a Darrow curse or something."

[thisfaceismine]

"You're having me on," Freddie says after a moment spent just staring at Noah, expecting him to crack a smile or give Freddie's shoulder a playful shove.

But Noah does neither and Freddie thinks back to a couple weeks before when he'd chatted up the woman outside Magnus Bane's apartment, only to discover it'd been Magnus Bane himself. At the time, Freddie had thought it merely one of Magnus's magic tricks, but maybe if Noah's not joking then maybe it'd been something else entirely.

"It's not happened to you?" he asks, then wondering if it even could. If Noah can make his body manifest any way he'd like, surely he could change it back if something else messed with it.