Tyler walked right into his pack brother. He looked up at Brennan, rubbing his skin. He was having a really off morning. When he woke up his bed was sticky underneath him and his tongue felt so heavy. "Oh, hey, Bren, sorry about that. Guess im not paying enough attention."

Brennan had experienced his fair share of odd wake ups, but to wake up with a weird pain on his ass was new. He could have sworn he'd O grown new chest hair, too, and along with that all of his shoes pinched his toes. It was more than uncomfortable, and when Tyler ran into him he wasn't entires sure it was completely his friend's fault. "Don't worry about it, I'm not either. Is it just me or is today really weird?"

Tyler nodded, glad he wasn't the only one who feeling totally off. "Yeah, man! I woke up all sweaty and sticky." He rubbed his neck, all of his skin feeling very smooth but also...well, like it was wet. Tyler was the opposite problem of Brennan but he didn't know it yet. "What's been happening with you?"

Brennan frowned, but with a little smile. "...That just sounds like you had a wet dream, Tyler," he said. He shrugged. "I just feel... Different. Sort of like a full moon change but also completely different." He shook out his left foot like he was doing the Hokey Pokey. "And I could swear my feet got bigger overnight."

Tyler smacked his arm and glared, though not seriously. "Shut up, Brennan!" Tyler turned his head and frowned. "You think it's a werewolf thing?" Tyler looked down and got a thoughtful look on his face. "Maybe we should go get that boom Zach has on werewolves." Tyler looked up at the son, frowning. He really needed the heat to stop being so...hot. "Take a dip in the lake too." Tyler started walking, finding that he felt so lanky, a little taller almost. He kept rubbing himself, all his arm and leg hair having receded.

He shrugged. "What else could it be? I don't know about you but I haven't been bitten by anything recently," he said. Part of him knew it wasn't a werewolf thing, and maybe it'd be better for it to not be a werewolf thing, but that was just the best he would come up with. He gave Tyler a questioning look. "I'm on board with the book. The lake might have to wait. I'd rather gets some food." Brennan frowned at Tyler's arms. Was he... Shaving?

"Knowing this place, Ares probably got mad cause of the prank on Finn." The Hermes kid smirked at the thought. He licked his lips, sighing. He wasn't sickly, but when the sun light hit him, you could kind of see a green tint to his skin. "Well, we could take the book to the lake?" He didn't want to admit it, but he really needed the water. Dude was freaking heating up. "Food? Dude you know I'm always up for food. We should get-" he was stumped. None of the usual stuff sounded good. His peripheral vision caught Brennan's arms. He was hairy. "Do you . . ." He decided against asking it.

Brennan laughed. "It'd still be worth it," he said, smiling and remembering the nothing less than priceless reaction from Withers. He shrugged. "We could." He started walking towards Zach's apartment, knowing he'd probably keep the book there. "-Bananas. Ooh, I really want a banana. Do you think Zach has some?" He looked over at Tyler, and a frown came over his face. "Are you feeling okay? You're... Looking a little green."

Bananas didn't sound appetizing. Nothing did. Tyler was starved but he didn't know what he wanted. It was really annoying. Looking over at Brennan he raised an eyebrow. "I am? I don't feel sick." Tyler looked over himself and sure enough, he was...he was green! "I...it could be a trick of the light?" Tyler had to remain calm. Just as they were walking, they passed a fruit stand with a copious amount of bananas. His eyes widened again. "I have no hair," he whispered.

Brennan frowned a little. "You don't look healthy." He nodded, but he still wore his frown. How was natural sunlight making him green? He looked down at his own arms to see if they were green, but all he saw was hair. More hair than he had or any person he'd met, either. What was wrong with him? He was distracted from his hairy issue when he saw the fruit strand. He smiled. "Good to know how Ryan likes things," he said before he went to eh fruit stand and gave the owner enough to get two whole bunches. He came back with the biggest grin, already pealing one. "Sure you don't want one?"

Tyler was so distracted. He felt his arms again. Just like before they were slick and almost slippery. "What the hell is going on?!" When Brennan came back he noticed Brennan's sideburns had come in. "Dude when did you last shave? And how many bananas can you freaking get!? Come on we gotta get to Zach."

"Last night," he said slowly. He popped the banana in his hand in his mouth to hold it and felt his face. "Ide-urns?" His voice was muffled and his fingers going through the hair on his face. He nodded. They did need to get to Zach. Their Alpha would probably know what was happening, and by extension what to do. "I know this isn't too important, but do you really not want a banana? They're damn good."

"Last night? Sure doesn't look like it. He frowned and looked down. His shirt was starting to stick to his body, and so were his shorts. "Dude i can't think about bananas, I'm shuo freaking hot I'm sweating all over." Before he started walking again, he saw something flying near the bunches. There was a fly. Seeing it made his eyes kind of dilate, as they began growing a brighter color, almost green. Tyler felt his tongue start to wiggle but instead he grabbed at with his hands and stuffed it in his mouth. He tried to savor the taste but swallowed it in moments. Right after he realized what he had done and stared at Brennan wide eyed. "What...what did I just do!?"

"We'll go to the lake after we get the book. Or you could just run to the lake and cool off and I'll meet you there. I'm completely content with my bananas and overly-hairy body," he said, but as he said it he was wincing. Maybe his shoes shrunk or something. Gods, did they hurt. Brennan watched with wide eyes as Tyler grabbed for the bananas. No, he grabbed a fly. Brennan laughed. "You just ate a fly! Oh my god you ate a fly. Yes, everyone, we are the apex predators. Watch out, we'll eat your flies."

Tyler growled at him, or tied to. His tongue felt so heavy and when he tried to scrub the fly remains off it, it almost seemed to slip out more. "Whatever man lets go." Tyler began walking. He was walking very fast, urgent to get to his alpha. His ears had slowly gotten smaller, making hearing a bit harder. The further they went, the greener his skin got, and Tyler lied to himself, telling himself that there was a reason his feet were so sticky. When they finally got there, Tyler went to turn the doorknob but found his hand wouldn't budge. He tried and tried but couldn't let go. "What the heck." Using his other hand as leverage against the door, that hand too became stuck. As he pressed his hand more against the door, the tips of his fingers got pudgier. "Brennan, help me." He looked back to the son of Hades.

As content as Brennan was with the banana in his mouth, he still wanted to get to Zach quickly. He didn't want anything else to change, and the hair didn't look like it was about to let up. It make him nervous about what else would change, so he started stepping faster. He also wanted to get there fast so he could get off his damn feet. They hurt, constrained in his goddamn shoes and the moment they got outside of his alpha's apartment he decided he couldn't take anymore. He felt like a girl in heals after a long date. Brennan only got a moment of sweet freedom outside of his shoes, he didn't even get a chance to see if his feet were any different before Tyler started whining. "Wha..." He reached out the grab one of Tyler's hands, but what if he got stuck to Tyler? "What do you want me to do?"

Tyler couldn't stop growling. This was really annoying. He noticed the tips of his fingers getting more squishy but was more concerned with getting unstuck. To reason this out he said, "must be Zach pulling a prank." The beta finally got his hands unstuck and fell back onto Brennan, knocking them both down. Tyler shook his head to get the dizziness away and found Brennan's hands in his face. He slapped the boys-wait. "Brennan, dude . . . are those your feet?" He scrambled up and backed against the door. Tyler banged on the door, this time it just pushed open. "Zach! Zach we need your help!" He ran inside, only finding a few black feathers on the ground. It was what was out of place and caught his attention.

Brennan tried to grip further up on Tyler's arm. Maybe just his hands were sticky. He was damn wrong about that theory, though, because the moment the pads of his fingers touched his friends arm he felt the stick. "Oh my god," he said, pulling it away and leaving a string of stick between his fingers and Tyler's arm. "Some prank! What the hell is this?" He wasn't expecting Tyler to pull of as fast as he did, and he fell right on his ass, Tyler's weight heavy on him. "Huh?" He looked at his feet, and flexed his toes. "... They're attached to me, yeah, but those are not my feet. What the fuck?" He didn't scramble up as fast as Tyler did. He was busy looking at his feet. What was wrong with them? They looked like... Hands. He attempted to walk, and it was surprisingly easy. Far easier than in those god awful shoes. He stooped down and picked up a feather. "What is this?"

Tyler frowned and shrugged. "I don't know, dude. Zach! Zach are you here?" He began walking around, the back of his neck and tips of his fingers having taken on an orange hue. When he came back to Brennan he looked over his friend and gasped slightly. He had never seen Brennan so hairy. Going to speak and point out how weird his feet looked, Tyler felt something come up. He held his throat and tried to swallow. Instead though he released a croaking sound and felt his neck swell. "What the hell!?" Tyler backed away. His feet slipped out of his shoes. Tripping backwards, his hands slid against the wall and got stuck again. Tyler's feet popped out. He looked down to see his toes had gotten squishier and orange. "Dude whys going on? I'm gonna start freaking out!"

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