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[rage_andlove]

Something isn't right. He realises that before he's even awake. He's been having fractured, strange dreams and he wakes up, pressing the curtain of hair back from his face. He frowns. He stretches. He suddenly

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[youlosetrack]

Mace doesn't know when the hell he sort of became friends with people; Shari and Lexie make sense, and being friendly with a few people was becoming easier and easier to bear, especially now that he has his own room and can walk (on crutches, still) around as much as he wants

[rage_andlove]

He's used to Mace being around. Sometimes, he even cautiously looks forward to him turning up though. Today, though, he's in no mood for Mace's shit. Swaddled in his huge t-shirt, he turns to look at him, glaring.

"Don't you fucking dare," he snaps.

[youlosetrack]

"Sorry," Mace says, managing to bite back another laugh as he holds his hands up briefly in a defensive pose. "Everyone's freaking out out there, guys are girls, girls are guys, some people have turned into kids. It's crazy."

[rage_andlove]

"I fucking hate you," says Tunny, but he's aware that it doesn't carry much wait when his voice is that much higher and he looks like a kid in his mom's t-shirt or something.

"Seriously. I bet I look fucking ridiculous."

[youlosetrack]

"Yeah, yeah," Mace rolls his eyes, less inclined to take any lip from Tunny when he looks like he still belongs in high school. "You don't look ridiculous for a chick."

[rage_andlove]

"For a chick?" says Tunny, and he sounds shrill in his own fucking ears. "What the fuck do you mean for a chick?"

[youlosetrack]

The look Maces gives Tunny is entirely unimpressed. "You look like a girl," he says slowly, as if explaining it to a child, "and not like a guy dressed up like a girl."

[rage_andlove]

"Well, I'm not a fucking guy dressed up like a girl, am I?" says Tunny, and he cups himself through his t-shirt. "These are pretty substantial fucking tits, for a start."

[youlosetrack]

Mace rolls his eyes at Tunny's theatrics, making a point not to look away as though he's uncomfortable. A hell of a lot would have to happen before Mace runs away because he can't handle a woman. Well, most women would say he can't handle them, but that's giving them too much credit. He can't handle people.

"Apparently something like this happens all the time," he says, thinking back to the million things Shari had tried to tell him about the island. "You'll get over it."

[rage_andlove]

"You make it sound like a fucking headcold," says Tunny, and he's still pouting. "None of my clothes fit and nothing's the right height." He looks at the wheelchair, pointedly. "You need to help me, man."

[youlosetrack]

Shit, this isn't what he expected when he woke up in the morning. Just being here is still a shock in itself, dealing with Tunny who is now a cranky woman isn't helping much.

But he still moves to the wheelchair with ease, balancing without his crutches as he pushes it next to the bed. "The second you start getting all girly, I'm leaving you down there."

[rage_andlove]

Tunny shuffles to the edge of the bed, grabbing at his t-shirt and dragging it down when it rides up against his thigh. He glances up at Mace.

"Don't look, okay? I don't want to fucking flash you."

[youlosetrack]

"Yeah, yeah." Mace turns and looks away, and while he can appreciate that Tunny makes a disturbingly pretty girl, it's still Tunny in there. It's more than weird. "Tell me when you're done."

[rage_andlove]

It's not the easiest maneuver in the world; everything's set at the wrong height and his arms aren't as strong as they were previously, but he manages it. He settles himself in the chair and then reaches out and punches Mace in the thigh. Just lightly. Fuck, his hand is ridiculous.

"Ready."

[youlosetrack]

He barely feels it, but Mace grunts in surprise anyway -- and he finds he can't hit Tunny back, even playfully.

"Don't be a dick," he says as he gathers his crutches and passes Tunny. "Come on."

[rage_andlove]

"Don't talk about dicks when I'm fuckin' bereft," he says, and it sounds all wrong in this voice, but fuck it. He wheels himself after Mace and he absolutely does not look at his ass.

Fucking body.