[ The person that walks into Dolph's house is not as tall as he used to be.
Jean huffs a little bit as he finally sets down the bags of groceries. He'd been carrying them when he'd been struck by a tongue of lightning, and when he woke up the groceries had been scattered around and ... well, he'd been smaller. Smaller and slighter and a familiar hunger gnawing in his stomach, and with a dismal feeling he realized he was back in his fifteen year old body.
Though, at the very least, he had his memories, even if they were a little muddled. So he looked around before calling out in a sharp, higher voice: ]
[ he feels strange. he vaguely recalls this from a couple of months ago. his muscle mass has dropped too, but not by much. he has hair. this is . . . close to when they were prepping him to go public.
[ Jean trots quickly towards the sound of Dolph's voice, pushing open a door to find him. When he does, he stops short, his eyes wide - his expressions crossing his face more readily. ]
Whoa.
[ Dolph is oddly handsome with short hair? Jean feels a blush rise to his face and determinedly tries to hold it back. ]
Y-you too huh?
[ Talk about widening the gulf between them; Jean feels so awkward and small next to Dolph. ]
You're telling me. My center of balance is completely off, walking home was a nightmare, I don't even wanna think about using my gear.
[ He plants his hands on his hips, showing off - well, not much. He's in shape, clearly, but he's almost a foot shorter and much leaner. His hair is cut short at the top and buzzed close to his head. At least his clothes downsized with him. ]
[ He frowns a little as he listens. Jean's not surprised by what they've done to Dolph, but it doesn't make it any easier to picture it happening. He traces the seam of metal and skin with his fingers. ]
That must have been hard - being without it and then having to adjust to this.
[ dolph lapses into a brief awkward silence, unsure of what to say. it was all hard. it was all painful. in the state he's in, he finds himself floundering more than he does these days. ]
[ Jean's lips twist in a familiar look - it does matter - but it's a path they've both tread by now. He usually doesn't make the face, but it seems his teenage self has less control over what shows.
But, he doesn't push it. ]
Here is better. Although maybe not at this exact moment.
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Jean huffs a little bit as he finally sets down the bags of groceries. He'd been carrying them when he'd been struck by a tongue of lightning, and when he woke up the groceries had been scattered around and ... well, he'd been smaller. Smaller and slighter and a familiar hunger gnawing in his stomach, and with a dismal feeling he realized he was back in his fifteen year old body.
Though, at the very least, he had his memories, even if they were a little muddled. So he looked around before calling out in a sharp, higher voice: ]
Hey! Anybody here? Dolph?
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the pool of uncertainty twists in his stomach. ]
I'm here.
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Whoa.
[ Dolph is oddly handsome with short hair? Jean feels a blush rise to his face and determinedly tries to hold it back. ]
Y-you too huh?
[ Talk about widening the gulf between them; Jean feels so awkward and small next to Dolph. ]
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Looks that way. Feels kind of weird.
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[ He plants his hands on his hips, showing off - well, not much. He's in shape, clearly, but he's almost a foot shorter and much leaner. His hair is cut short at the top and buzzed close to his head. At least his clothes downsized with him. ]
You get struck by not-lightning too?
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It's harder to move my arm around. I forgot how long it took to get used to it.
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[ Jean's expression softens slightly at the statement, automatically coming forward, hands hovering near where the metal joins skin. ]
Can I?
[ While waiting, he keeps speaking. ] So you're from closer to when they took your arm.
all good!
They took my arm when I was younger. Maybe . . . fifteen or sixteen. But they gave me the arm when I was a bit older. Early twenties.
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That must have been hard - being without it and then having to adjust to this.
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It doesn't matter.
I came here. So it was all worth it.
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But, he doesn't push it. ]
Here is better. Although maybe not at this exact moment.
[ A gesture to all of both of them. ]
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It's not that bad. Unless you didn't like being a teenager?
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[ Underfed, limbs too long, and not to mention everything he'd gone through by that point. He knocks on his own head. ]
You're lucky I have everything in here, or I'm sure I'd be being a real shit to you.
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[ Jean can't help rolling his own eyes a little bit at that. He's not doubting him! ]
That doesn't change that I'd be mortified later, and feel bad for being an asshole.
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I was very used to assholes at that age.
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Just because you're used to it doesn't mean I want to add onto it.
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I think we could have made it work, is all I mean. We would have found a way.