#yuan04

You grin as you see Yuan step out of Ceasefire after his shift and run up behind him. He’ll hear you, of course, but that’s alright; surprising Yuan would only be asking for trouble. Instead you simply jump up onto his back, fully confident in his ability to carry you.

This isn’t the first time you’ve made him, after all, even if you don’t have working out to the point of exhaustion as an excuse today. 

“I don’t feel like walking home,” you singsong into his ear, giggling with the knowledge that you’ve already won. “Hello.”

He does not recall nodding off beneath the structure Yuan pulled him into for shelter from the destruction. But nevertheless, he blinks wearily, brushing the hair from his eyes. It’s too long -- how did it get this long? He absently takes a strand between his fingers and it’s... blue?

“Hmm...”

His humming sounds strange, less deep and resonate. He looks around sees... himself, blinking blearily as his features twist into a mixture of shock, disbelief, and disgust. Kratos can only guess what is going through the half-elf’s head, so he wills himself to remain calm.

“We seem to have switched bodies.”