The marten climbed to Fabian’s shoulder and across the back of his neck, chattering conversationally. When he reached the other shoulder he jumped to the floor, gracefully landing in a crouch trainers first. Martin stood from the crouch and dusted his hands off on his jeans before turning around, grinning shyly.
The change in Martin’s figure was significant. While he still stood at the same height (5’5”) his build was stocky and strong, shaped not just by hormones but also by hours in the gym. His jawline was stronger, his hairline higher, and there was a bit of hair growing in front on his ears.
He didn’t know what to say so he shrugged and gave a “well, this is it” face.