#morphcatcher

'Password!', I shout-whispered from atop the ledge. A moment of silence. (We really should have agreed on a password), Bora grumbled into my brain without coming out of her cave. (How do I know the slugs have not gotten to you over the night?) 'Are you dead?', I asked rather bluntly. It wasn't characteristic of me, even while suffering from severe sleep deprivation. But it was the right question, and the only reason that I would never need to fear that maybe the Yeerks had gotten to Yoohyeon, Siyeon or Yoobin and were supplanting them in secret: if they ever got one of us, the rest would probably all be dead or captured within an hour. (Bold of you to assume I would not have shredded every single one of those fools if they'd dared come for me), she bragged. My instinct told me that her bravado should sound fake, but... did it? She said it with such confidence, but it felt like something was off. Or no, rather... it felt like something should be off, but wasn't. (Come down, please.)

'NOPE', I blurted. I realized I had instantly pulled two whole meters apart from her and was flattened warily against the wall. I stared at her face, panicking that she might be feeling hurt: I'd never, ever said no to a hug from hers. Andddd yep, sure enough, she definitely looked slightly hurt on top of deathly worried. In other news, my nose was 100% running now, so that was an extra layer of fun right there.

Chapter 1 - Minji My laptop had just crashed and I was waiting for it to reboot, which was taking quite a while. I leaned towards Gahyeon's screen and let my face fall flat on her shoulder at an appropiate speed to cause just the amount of pain needed for comedy. 'Ouch', I mumbled exactly three mississipi after my face hit, without Gahyeon making any sign that she had received even the smallest stimuli. I rotated my head on its axis (that's the neck, babes) in order to have a gaze at Gahyeon's report. Even though she was a bunch of years younger than me, her report looked much more organized than mine. I tried reading a single line and I felt so instructed that I had to look away inmediately. I grazed her arm affectionately as I pulled away. She glanced at me and returned the gesture with her right hand, as the left continued to type. What a superb little cowboy, I love her. My computer wasn't quite back in her final form yet, as Windows had decided to update. That good ol' Windows, he always knew when I didn't feel like getting any work done. So I leaned the other way and scratched the back of Siyeon's almost shaven head. She leaned into the scratch while squinting her eyes placidly, then looked at me inquiringly. I shrugged and signaled my computer's screen, which was encouragingly locked at a 33% update progress. She frowned while compressing the right corner of her mouth, in that characteristic way she sometimes does. She then looked at me, eyebrows raised, pointing outward with her thumb. “Wanna leave for a breather?”, that sort of gesture. I nodded and started to get up, as did Siyeon. I eyed Handong, Yoobin and Yoohyeon to see if they wanted to come, not even bothering with Gahyeon. Handong smiled while waving her hand no, and went back to her paper. Yoobin nodded and got up, closing her minion-riddled laptop and pulling back her chair as silently as possible. Yoohyeon, without bothering to remove her heavy duty, glowing, gamer-issue headphones, screamed 'Where are you guys going?! I wanna come with!' at the top of her lungs, and then she kicked her chair back and the four of us exited the library.