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“This feels weird.”
Stolas chuckled. “Of course it does, you’re covered in symbolic paint and several layers of magic.”
“Why did I let you do this?”
“I believe it was you who suggested it.” Stolas kissed Blitzo on the forehead and adjusted to sit cross legged.
Blitzo rolled his eyes. “It was a joke, I didn’t know that this was something you could actually do.”
“And yet here we are. Do you want to stop? It is alright if you do.”
Blitzo shook his head. “I’m good. This might be nuts, but I actually do want to see what it’s like to be you for a day. And I’m looking forward to winning our bet!”
The two had made a bet where whoever could go a day in the other’s body without revealing the swap would win. If Stolas won, the two would go on a weekend getaway together. If Blitzo won, he got to do a drag show with Stolas. Either way was sure to be a good time, but Blitzo was nothing if not competitive to a fault.
“Alright then.” Stolas took Blitzo’s hands and held them, beginning a low hum. The tune flowed into Blitzo’s ears like honey, and the imp closed his eyes, suddenly exhausted. His eyes slid closed and his head tilted back, and Blitzo eventually slumped forward, feeling as though he was being sucked away.
When Blitzo opened his eyes, the view was much different. He was so much higher off the ground, and the world itself looked strange.
“Huh, didn’t know you were colorblind.” His voice came out high and accented- Stolas had insisted on adding a voice changer to the switch when his impression of Blitzo had the imp rolling on the floor with laughter.
Stolas rubbed his eyes- well, Blitzo’s eyes- and sat up. “Whatever do you mean- ohhhhhhh.”
Seeing pure shock and wonder in his own eyes was bizarre to say the least, but Blitzo couldn’t help but grin. “It’s a bit different, isn’t it?”
Stolas looked down and flexed his hands, getting used to Blitzo’s thicker wrists. “I thought I knew what a lovely color red was, but you are more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.”
Blitzo felt himself blush and looked away with a scoff. “There’s many prettier colors out there, trust me. Ready to head out?”
“I think so.”