OOM: Cubefall 2010

[isaysimplewords]

Cal has summoned the vidscreen back up and been quietly asking a few questions; now he's contemplating it in silence when Sam approaches. He takes in Cal and the vidscreen - and a room key on the Bar - and looks at Cal inquiringly, the better to let him start this particular conversation

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal hadn't really taken the time to think about what the transformation itself would feel like, but if he had, the distinct sensation of wobbliness as his center of gravity suddenly shifts wouldn't have even made the list. He yelps, startled, and clutches at Sam for balance with hands much smaller than they'd been just a second ago.

[necessary_child]

Sam slides his arms around him. It's bizarrely easy: Cal is nearly the same height as him, now.

"You all right?"

[isaysimplewords]

"Yeah, I -" Cal stops at the sound of his own voice, low and smoky with nothing masculine about it.

"Uh. Got. Dizzy for a second there."

He blinks at Sam - still the same clear blue eyes - then tries standing up straight again. It goes a little better this time, and he grins suddenly.

"I'm still taller than you." A couple inches at most, but it still counts.

And it's oddly reassuring.

[necessary_child]

Sam grins back at him. "I noticed. It's because you're a beanpole."

Beat.

"A really gorgeous beanpole, but still."