sixerpath (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sixerpath) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2020-04-03 01:58:00 |
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What: Waking up to being KIDS AGAIN
When: April 1st, early morning
Where: In their bedroom at their apartment
Rating/Warnings: NONE except tinyness
Status: Ongoing
Honestly, it had been nothing short of a strong oddness that had come over him waking up. The world suddenly feeling too large, too big and wide and open, as if it could swallow him whole. He felt oddly daunted by it and strange, filled too anew with a very specific light and energy he couldn’t quite place or even try and work through in his sleep addled brain. Something that despite this felt so damned familiar.
He tried to get his brain working, but it was taking a moment. His mind was drifting off to last night’s events, and he smiled into the pillow for just a moment at the time he and Bill had had to talk, drink and share in the evening before being drawn then back to the weird feeling that wafted over him. That...strange energy tingling just beneath his muscles and skin, radiating there like a live wire of open emotion. Very, very strange.
“Mmmmmhh, Bill…” He muttered sleepily as he peered dully into the absolute blur of the world around, rolling over to try and find purchase on the other and finding in a start he couldn’t reach that far. He blinked at that, stretching out further and finally touching something solid and warm before reaching back instead towards the side table. At which point he’d found himself a bit baffled at having to drag his body a lot further along toward it than he ever would’ve, working around blindly as he did, absolutely certain he was about to fall off the side of the bed in the search before grabbing at his glasses with relief to habitually shove them on his face.
The world came into life and shape and color.
...Except.
Well. They were too large.
Really, really too large. They only just balanced at his nose and he blinked, a shock now hitting him full blast, sharpening his before muted senses, bringing him back into the waking world with a jolt.
The man--no, boy let out a yelp then, staring in absolute shock at his fingers. All twelve of them. All twelve tiny fingers.
“BILL!” He yelped again, scrambling over himself in a fit of blankets, getting tangled in them in his excitement and disbelief and absolutely collapsing in a heap on top of the other. “Bill, wake up!” His voice, now very prepubescent voice was deafened somewhere between shock, disbelief and an already building very real excitement.