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Eyelids fluttered open at the unwelcome stream of sunlight that had suddenly decided to position itself directly on top of the face of one sleeping Ben Grimm.
Aw, hell-- morning already?
Sitting up with a groan, Ben immediately noticed something felt off.
There was a distinct lack of rock-covered limbs as his gaze drifted downward toward his own body, and that garnered a sharp inhale in shock as distinctly human hands raked their way through his hair--- h- holy shit his hair.
Where everything should have been a welcome return, the feelings were foreign and odd--- flesh where there used to be stone, warmth where there used to be cold, harsh rock --it was freeing, but also left a strange feeling in Ben’s gut.
Oh right, the serum.
Rolling out of the massive reinforced bed he called his own, Ben took to his feet on weak, shaky legs. Right-- not rock anymore. Flesh. Soft, damageable flesh.
Careful, you idiot.
Feeling more like a newborn baby than his old self, Ben shuffled through the room, stopping to gawk at his reflection for a moment before remembering the stipulations that came with his-- condition. A face way too young to match how old he felt stared back at Ben.
Caught in a loop of shock and awe at the annual experience of being gifted his body back for one day, Ben’s thoughts finally drifted.
A sudden, almost childlike glee flooded Ben’s chest as he took off stumbling down the hall toward Reed’s quarters ( not once paying mind to the fact that he was only clad in his own uniquely adaptive pair of undershorts ).
“---Reed!”
