Cursed!Gabe 2
„Stop it, Mazin!” se snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. It helped a little with the focus. “It’s me, Gabe. I got into some... trouble, and I need your help fixing it.”
Trouble. Trouble? He’s good with trouble.
Another onceover of the person in front of him resulted in the following words: “Well, I do see how these jeans are trouble. Cutting into your shapely hips and-“
His reflexes had caught a finger. It had been intent on jabbing his forehead.
The hand – it obviously belonged to… Gabe? Had he heard that right? – got pulled out of his grip and she stared at him.
“Stop”
It took a few very puzzling seconds to pull himself together.
Mazin took a deep breath through the sleeve of his pullover.
It helped. A little.
So, it was something in the air.
Alright.
He started walking.
The living room was bigger. Less close quarters. More air.
And a window. He took a deep breath of the outside air, before he closed it.
That definitely helped.
She smelled of chocolate, he noticed as she came closer, just as irritated-looking, but a little questioning my sanity as well. Well. There was cocoa on his mind. And sweetness. And very alluri-
FOCUS.
He still stood close to the window. Fresh air and all, student homes are cheap.
And she said: “Done?” That was pure irritation in her – HER! – voice. “I need your help. Not some terrible flirting. See, I turned into a woman at du-“
“I noticed, believe me” It was hard not to. And these were men-jeans. And they cut into her hips. It was distracting. Really, everything about her was very distracting.
That half-lidded, angry stare was far more attractive than she likely hoped, because she said in a sharp tone: “That is not helping. I got cursed. Cursed! Can you believe it?! And I need you to get rid of the curse”
“First!” Mazin raised a finger for emphasis, watching this strange Gabriel follow the motion… and then pulled down the jeans, underpants kept in place with his other hand. “Step out of those”
For a moment, Gabriel stared at him, frown so deeply etched in her forehead, it was almost impressive. Mouth opened and closed.
“See? Your hips have li-!“
Slap!
Well. His cheek stung. A bit.
“SNAP out of it. Mazin. This is serious”
He pointed down: “And this is full of pheromones, so away it goes!”
It might be a testament to the absolute insanity of the situation that, after a moment of consideration, she actually followed my instruction and kicked the jeans somewhere towards the floor, looking accusatory at the piece of clothing.
Meanwhile, Mazin could observe the situation and yes, transformation biologically accurate. Must be weird for Gabe.
Ah well. He let himself fall on the sofa… and made a beckoning motion and smiled: “So. C’mere. Sit on my lap and tell me all about the heart you broke and how they decided to punish you for it. And, of course, how I can be of help”
Studying Gabriel’s face, he could read in very bold letters that she regretted calling him.
…
Part of the course!