Colton had managed to spend one whole blissful day in his body, with out hoping into some poor soul there at the Seagram Tower. He of course didn't see it that way. It was fun, a game at first, but slowly turned into a hindrance to him. A pain in the butt to those he possesed? Who gave a fuck, but if it messed with is schedule, well that was a different story. After spending time trying to figure out how to comfortably work other peoples meat suits, Colton wanted to do nothing more then press his to the limit. Feel his own familiar muscles ache and fatigue under the vigorous work out he was about to give them. He was trained as a fighter and if he was going to keep that up he needed to practice.
Making his way down to the training area, he decided to run to the bathroom before he worked out. He hated to be thrown off his groove in the middle of a session, so it was better to get it out of the way. The bathroom was fucking rank and Colton was sure to comment about it loudly, as he stepped by one of the closed stalls however he felt the familiar pull. "No," he hissed under his breath. "Not again, there's no fucking way this is happening again. Slamming his fist into the wall, Colton counted on the pain to ground him. Sadly, that wasn't going to do it. He could already feel himself leaving his body and slipping easily into the one of some kid that was occupying the stall.
Who the fuck are you? echoed angrily through the boy's head.