wonkas; saturday

[flickofthewrist]

The last time this particular island quirk had happened, it'd skipped Flick. Not this time. This time, he'd woken up and, after a few sluggish moments, realized that his hair was longer, his body was thinner and he had breasts. So, that was a thing now. The whole dressing situation was tougher than imagined but he'd found shorts and a shirt that were big but fit. He didn't think he looked too idiotic.

Besides, he was going to sit behind a counter all day and probably only get a visit or two from someone he didn't know who wouldn't be able to tell him from Adam. Or Eve today. Then, he'd go back to his room and stay there. Maybe he'd sleep the weirdness away.

Or maybe he'd just go to New York and stay in a hotel and wait it out there since there was less of a chance of anyone finding him. It wasn't that he really cared that he was a girl, though. He just didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

He looked pretty good at least. With a sigh, he opened up the shop and sat back, taking out his phone to text a few people. He made no mention of his current state.

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[seveninchmotto]

This was Flick's day at the candy store, right? It definitely was. So when Isabelle came by around lunch time with something savory from J,GoB, why was there an unfamiliar girl behind the counter?

Isabelle tilted her head. "Hello."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick glanced up and kept the surprise and recognition from appearing on his face. She didn't recognize him just yet so he decided to see just how long that'd last.

"Hello." The only thing he figured she might recognize would be his clothes. "Can I help you with something?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Isn't Flick supposed to be here today?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.

[flickofthewrist]

"Called in, apparently," he said, shrugging absently. "I was called in at the last minute to help out. He killed my Saturday, the bastard."

[seveninchmotto]

"Did they say why?"

There was something a little more distracted about her tone, now. Her eyes flicked further down, then back up again.

[flickofthewrist]

"Didn't ask," he said, trying not to smile at how long he'd managed to keep this up. "Wasn't really my place to pry, you know. Whether he was blowing chunks or he took off to be with some pretty thing, I'd still have to come in and work."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, I'm his only pretty thing, and I'm here without him, so that can't be it," Isabelle replied, now critically eyeing his clothing. Yeah, she was getting an idea of what was going on here right now.

[flickofthewrist]

"Guess he's blowing chunks, then," he said, shrugging idly. "If I had more answers for you, I'd give 'em. Guess he's just MIA."

[seveninchmotto]

"I guess so," Isabelle replied with a shrug of her own. Then she nodded at his chest. "Which is odd, because I'm fairly certain I've worn that shirt before."

[flickofthewrist]

"Not possible since I've never seen you before in my life," he lied, still managing to keep himself from laughing. "Must be something just like it. It's a pretty damn good shirt."

It covered the scars she knew so well.

[seveninchmotto]

"It looks better on me, though."

Yeah she was onto him. Otherwise she wouldn't have been so bold.

[flickofthewrist]

"That's not very nice." Flick had some suspicions that she'd caught on but he didn't let her know that he knew just yet. "We don't even know each other. I'm covering for someone you know who happens to have a shirt like his. It's just coincidence."

[seveninchmotto]

"I don't think so," Isabelle replied, predictably, shaking her head. "See, I know his shirts. And I know this island, too."

[flickofthewrist]

"What exactly are you saying?" he asked, feigning ignorance. "Knowing this guy's shirt and this island doesn't correlate to me."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, either you're sleeping with my boyfriend, or you are my boyfriend." So there. "Which one will it be?"

[flickofthewrist]

"But, how could I be your boyfriend?" he asked, putting a hand to his chest. "I'm very obviously a girl. Guess that means it's the first one."

Technically, it was true, even! He was her boyfriend so of course he'd be sleeping with himself.

[seveninchmotto]

"That's not funny, Jon."

Oh, she went there. With the name and everything.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes, it is," he told her, snickering. "It's hilarious."

Okay, he let her know she was right. But, keeping it going any longer would have just been dumb since she knew.

"I'm hilarious." And a girl.

[seveninchmotto]

"And a girl," Isabelle added helpfully. "A pretty cute girl, I might add."

Of course she'd have to say that.

[flickofthewrist]

"Kind of you to notice, dear," Flick said, shaking his head and all that hair that he know had. "It's flattering that you recognize my shirts, baby."

Was that weird to say as a girl?

[seveninchmotto]

She'd heard weirder, but she was still kind of amused. "Is it?" she asked. "Of course I recognize them. I spend a lot of time around them. Or in them. Or with them on my floor."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick snickered. "Well, they were all I had this morning so I'm making due even though they're a lot bigger now than they usually are. Not like I have your clothes hanging around for situations like this."

[seveninchmotto]

Flick, don't give her ideas.

"No, that's true," she replied agreeably. "Which is why you should come over after your shift ends here."

[flickofthewrist]

"I should come over?" He could see what she wanted already. "For what reason, exactly?"

[seveninchmotto]

"So I can dress you up like a doll."

Well, duh.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm not a doll," he laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not coming over for that. No way!"

[seveninchmotto]

"You should. Don't you want to look extra pretty?"

She'd never had too many female friends. Sorry.

"Besides, that's not all I want to do with you. So really, you should come over for the entire weekend."

[flickofthewrist]

"Pretty for what reason?" Flick asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "I already look fine, you know. You said yourself I was cute."

He shook his head.

"And the entire weekend? What other things do you want to do? Total makeover or something?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle rolled her eyes at him as she set his lunch on the counter between them. "Think with a little more imagination, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took the bag and shook his head at her. "Really? You wanna...explore me or something when I'm like this?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Primarily, I just want to have a nice weekend with my boyfriend," she replied, shrugging. "But that's certainly not off the table. But neither is just doing nothing."

[flickofthewrist]

"Uh huh. You told me to use my imagination," he reminded her, opening the bag and taking something salty out to eat. "Just sitting and doing nothing doesn't require that much imagination. I know your game."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked at him.

"But isn't is a very grwat game?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I still think you're just trying to entice me into coming over so you can dress me up in dresses and leather and whatever else might be in your closet," he teased, taking a few bites of what she'd brought him. "You wanna play makeover with me."

[seveninchmotto]

"That's patently untrue," Isabelle. "I also want to hit on you whule you're dressed up."

[flickofthewrist]

"Why?" he asked, laughing. "Where did this sudden urge to hit on me as a girl even come from?"

[seveninchmotto]

"It came from you suddenly being a girl."

Sometimes, she didn't need better reasons than that.

[flickofthewrist]

"Look, I'll make you a deal," he told her, leaning across the counter. "I'll come over after my shift's done for the entire weekend. I don't wanna be dressed up like a doll but I'll try a few things on and then we can see what happens?"

Sounded like a good compromise to him.

[seveninchmotto]

Judging by the way she clasped her hands together like she was oh so pleased, she seemed to approve of this compromise as well.

"I can work with that, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"Good," he told her, grinning. "You wanna stick around while I eat lunch? I'll cut out early and we'll make a weekend of it."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle responded by leaning over the counter and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Eat your lunch, baby."

She'd stick around.