This was NOT okay. He’d been practically laughed out of a meeting for not only looking blue but smelling like a blueberry. Apparently one of the key people in the meeting hated blueberries and Loukas had opted to take the offer of rescheduling rather than offending the guy even more. That wouldn’t make for a good business deal.
As he started to head home he opted to take the ferry. He liked to take the ferry, it wasn’t the fasted way to travel but he had time to read and prepare himself for the next day now that he had a whole day off. He was supposed to go to one of the matches but decided against it, so instead as he got off the ferry he started to walk home.
Hearing a voice behind him he turned to see who’d said something. “Yeah, I know, I’m a fucking blueberry.”
Michael had just got off work at Elementry. It had been a slow shift, but it had still left him smelling like a cross between sour beer and...well, whatever was on the floors. He needed a shower before he headed out to the studio, practice always helped clear his head after a long, monotonous shift of grunt work.
He spotted Loukas not far off. It was hard to miss him, given that he was...blue?!?
"Mate," said Michael, holding back a grin, "what the hell happened to you?"
The irritation he was feeling drained when he saw who it was. Michael was a welcome sight compared to some of the other people it could have been who had stopped him.
Sighing he shrugged. “Don’t know, woke up this way, thought I’d still go to work for a few meetings this morning but,” he paused. “It didn’t go over very well so thought I’d just give up and go home and hope it goes away soon.”
“You haven’t seen anyone else that’s you know, blue?”
"Come to think of it," said Michael, moving alongside his friend. The smell of blueberry was actually welcome compared to his own aroma of rancid beer, and there was a brief pause as Michael took it in. "Saw an old Wizard this morning. Thought he must have got on the wrong side of a potion. You know how it is, one minute you're mixing powdered instead of chopped nettles and then you're blue…"
He frowned, a worry line prominent on his forehead. "Guess I shouldn't have given him such a hard time about it."
Chuckling he shrugged. “There is a reason I gave up potion-making ages ago unless it’s the mixed drink kind.” He smiled feeling a bit like he must look weird with bright white teeth and blue lips.
“Eh, I’m sure he’ll be fine unless you called him a nasty smurf name.” Loukas paused for a second. “You didn’t call him a nasty smurf name did you?”
"Nah, mate," said Michael, chuckling, "I didn't think of that. He could have been Papa Smurf and you're --" He cast a sideways glance at Loukas. "Honestly, not sure I got more than that, and I'm def not calling you Papa."
Loukas raised an eyebrow. “You know, this blueberry stuff might be contagious and I could see how you fair being blue.” He said with a dead serious expression before cracking up into a big smile and laugh. “It’s not, don’t worry, but how many smurfs are there?”
"No idea. Those were well before my time." Michael shrugged. He'd never been that much into Muggle TV series, especially those with a significant lack of hot people and silly magic. "At least if it were contagious, I'd smell nice too. Whiff some of that over here, and maybe I can forgo a shower for…" He paused, mock pensive. "A week?"
Raising an eyebrow Loukas shook his head. “A week?” He repeated. “Mate, smelling like a blueberry gets old and it doesn’t wash off either.” He looked down at his blue hands. “Besides, what about your hair?”
"Mate, smelling like piss and beer is worse…" He tugged on his shirt, emphasizing his current state, and then sighed. "But yea, you're probably right. My hair would look like shit, and they'd probably lock me out of the studio after day 2 of no-more-showers-Corner. That would be the real downside." He grinned. "Say, you think this will wear off by tomorrow?"
“It’s about the hair aye?” It wasn’t really a question as much as a statement. “And getting locked out is the shits.” He agreed on that one but shrugged at his next question. “Things usually do wear off around here, I just hope it isn’t slow, I don’t want my skin to slowly go from this to normal and whatever might be in between, I want it to all be done with.”
Michael got that. Being blue was one thing; being an in-between blue? That was another entirely. "Best lock yourself in until it does? Seems to me the perfect excuse to day drink and drown your sorrows in cake."
“In cake?” He sighed. “You know, that might not be the worst idea, eat cake, drink beer, watch sappy…. No, I’m not going to watch sappy shows.” He added. “Maybe a recap of some of the matches today I’m not going to.”
"Nothing wrong with a good sappy show," argued Michael. "Well, that or Quidditch."