22 (1/31) – Co-Dependency
His phone chimed.
Raphael: ‘Gabriel, I need a favour. Could you come over to my lab?’
His phone also informed him that it was already 22:30.
… a reasonable time for a booty call or a desperate plea for alcohol.
Why did he have the terrible feeling that this med student didn’t know what either of these were.
‘Cryptic. But I gotcha, buddy’ was his answer.
With a sigh, he closed his own books, it was time to get home anyway. Might as well check it out, he hadn’t been too unreasonable yet.
Maybe it was even a social call! With a bit of hope in his heart, he grabbed a sixpack on the way there. The beanpole should relax a little. It would be for the best either way.
He walked through the deserted campus, opened the entrance with his chip and walked through the tiny maze until he found a suspiciously low-lit laboratory.
Did… did he just… leave?
With a knock, he let himself in, greeted by an empty room. Great.
Pursing his lips, he at least wanted to give the benefit of the doubt and looked for the source of the light which… really was his ‘study’ – basically the place where he slept.
“Hey Raph, did you forget me?”
It had only been fifteen minutes.
He walked over and discovered… clothes. Discareded ones. LIittle haphazardly strewn about. Huh!
When he finally looked into the room, he saw someone on the bed: “… I certainly did not. Thanks for coming”
“Err… you… aren’t Raph” he thought for a second “Not the one I know, at least”
She sighed: “It does not appear that way, I admit. But I can access my phone – the phone I sent you this message from,” she unlocked Raphael’s phone via fingerprint (he recognised it, fish roasting angel screensaver and all), “I am usually terrible at practical jokes and… well… at least my hair and eyes are still undoubtedly mine”
She meant the long, long mane of white hair and the somewhat unsettling green eyes.
The woman was sitting on the bed, smaller than Raphael, but somewhat expressionless in the same way… and… well… she apparently called him here. In a dark room next to a laboratory.
“I know for a fact that you are aware of magic – and that only a rare few people can use it -, correct?”
… he studied history. Of course he was aware of sorcerers. He made a face, but nodded.
“Well, I wanted to proof that it really does not work if someone else did it. That curses are complete nonsense. And… either I have some magic capabilities, or curses can be spun by… well… anyone”
As much as he didn’t want to admit it. This… very much sounded like a Raphael thing to do…
“So you… cursed yourself?”
She sighed: “Yes. I chose something I did not think would affect me much, even if it did work, but… I was wrong. Changing my sex changed my skin colour, voice, height and… well… any organs relating to it. I checked with the ultrasound. It did change me… completely”
Gabriel put the beer down. And looked at the girl wearing… a labcoat. Basically just a labcoat. Judging by the clothes on the floor… not much else.
“… and you… err… you want… a favour now?” Bring her – him?! – home, maybe?
“Yes, to break the curse, I need to have sex”
…
He got booty called by Raphael.
…
He was not sure what the strangest thing of this day was anymore.
