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“Uh, Marc.” Steven’s voice was hoarse. “We’ve seen ‘Honey I Shrunk the Kids’, right?”
Marc came forward, suppressing a groan. “Look, Steven, if you want to have a movie night, feel free--HOLY SHIT!”
He screwed his eyes shut. “Steven, tell me you somehow got ahold of a fly agaric mushroom.”
‘A-a what?! What is that?!’ Steven’s panicked voice pounded Marc’s brain as he let Marc control the body.
“It’s a toxic mushroom that causes macropsia.”
‘What the hell is macropsia?’
“It’s a psychoactive side effect of---it makes stuff look big, okay?”
‘Oh. Uh, no, I haven’t had any mushrooms.’
Marc opened their eyes. “Yeah, I was afraid of that.”
They were in the flat. Half-packed boxes of books were scattered everywhere; they’d both agreed to find a new place to live in case any of Harrow’s people were at large. Things had been quiet in the two months since Ammit’s capture, but they couldn’t just trust that it would remain so.
Marc walked to the edge of the bed. It was roughly the size of a SHIELD hover carrier (he’d seen a few of those back in his service days).
‘What the hell happened to us?!’ Steven peered out of the reflection of one of the buttons on the duvet cover.
“That is an excellent question.”