#fangsmyth

Welcome back to beautiful Isola Radiale, Lanque!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 222.

You will retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

@fangsmyth​

Cold hands moved to their face, feeling the tip of a new nose. Hands moved up their head, feeling two large protrusions from their scalp. Looking down, their hands were thin, delicate, and certainly not their own.

(”...Oh no.”)

Jumping out of bed with a flash, they went to look at the nearest mirror--and promptly grabbed a towel first.

(”Forgot he sleeps naked...”)

Back to the mirror, patting their face once more.

“...Ohhhh no. Oh no oh no oh no.”

This was it! Worst case scenario! Not because of the body they were occupying, per se, but this meant the person occupying THEIR body was--

“Fuck. Fucking hell--Why is it so COLD in here?!” (”Where’s my phone--not here. Of course. Where’s HIS phone?”)

Charging. All the nudes and other offers were swiped off, and they frantically dug through Lanque’s contacts.

(”There I am--ugh. Really?”)

Message to: Anda💦

“ and you never should. ”

“Yeah, that’s right-”

“...”

I can bring you to your peak again, baby.

Generally Mallek had little issue with adjusting to any given situation. Hell, he was more than willing to do whatever were required of him to make it, unless it involved ridiculously immoral procedures which affected those undeserving of said treatment. But the lack of access and features in his smartphone was proving a little hard to bear. The cerulean can absolutely handle it, no question, it’s just annoying. Admittedly it used to be far more distracting when he didn’t have other activities to keep himself occupied with. Now he has a couple of jobs he genuinely enjoys, so that’s helped him cope quite nicely.

He thumbs through the contacts for a brief moment while reclining backwards on his usual seat before those blue eyes focus on the parlour entrance, bell which dangled just above the door frame jingling in a display of the oldest technique to draw attention in the book. But damn does it still work like a charm- Oh. He recognises the one who’d just walked through from his spare part shopping escapades. Didn’t he hear the dude’s name at some point? Lonq, from Pennsylvania? Mallek’s blanking on the name, but he’ll remember at some point. Or not. 

I’m *freezing*, you sure you don’t Wanna share?

“Whaaat? How am I gonna let a nice stranger freeze? ” He doesn’t forget people who treat him well, and tries to repay in kind when he can. Without so much as a warning, Raihan’ll drape the jacket over Lanque’s shoulders! It’s very warm because his body is a literal furnace.

fangsmyth

  “Watch out. It’s ass-eating season.”

“is that an invitation?”

“If you wanna slip and eat ass on the sidewalk, be my guest.”

She bites her cheek thoughtfully.