Thread: Case Closed: Case of the Shrinking Detectives

Eli woke to loud cursing, aches in his joints, and a horribly disorienting feeling like he was ass over tea kettle half out of bed and about to go crashing in the night table. GUHH!! Arms pin wheeled to catch himself and body twitched, trying to figure out exactly what the hell was going on and why the hell the floor was above his head. The flailing had the opposite effect his instincts had started it all for. Instead of catching himself and dragging his groggy ass back on to the bedcouchcounterouchy thing in his gut he went toppling over, slipping off whatever it was holding him up and giving his side a painful greeting to the tiles. Ooooowww. Ugh, he didnt sound right. Didnt feel right. Dammit, why where his pants falling half off his ass.? Who the hell was swearing? They sounded familiar and oh legs. Person person in to big droopy dress clothes and a somewhat recognizable hair cut. AnAnthony? He didnt look right. Eli felt like shit and he was sure he must be on something because he didnt remember last night all that clearly, he was in some public bathroom, and his best friend looked What the hell? Wh Why are you younger? was the only explanation he could give himself because he knew, or at least thought he knew, that Anthony didnt have any siblings. Especially younger siblings that could get the drop on him, apparently drug him, and take him to a public washroom for no apparent reason but to swear in the mirror. So a younger Anthony it was! His voice STILL didnt sound right. Not high, but not as deep as it normally was either. More like when his brothers would let him get drunk and hed get all light headed and start talking all airy like. He didnt feel drunk though. Just felt like shit. No hung-over shit though. Actually, it kinda sounded like Two brain cells finally were able to struggle enough to rub together and a synapses flashed. Shit! Hands scrabbled to reach up to the counter, hauling himself up to his own two, weavey feet. A much smaller, younger Eli looked back at him. The Eli he had gladly left behind with a good riddance and Fuckin A! at sixteen when his late blooming self finally decided to try and catch up with all the other boys. The brunette was sure he woke up just a few hours ago to go to a case at a comfortable five foot ten, size ten mens shoes to fit his size ten feet, fully squares sharp jaw line and far broader shoulders then hips. The boy looking back at him in the mirror looked the spitting image of his diminutive fourteen year old self. Five foot and maaaybe a bit more then two inches in height, slightly rounder cheeks from remaining baby fat, with shoulders and hips matching in width with a thinner middle, rabid metabolism making it near impossible for him to gain much weight. He could tell his shoes fit his smaller feet like boats, pants barely hanging on for dear life and his hoodie bagging over him like hed stolen it from his fathers closet or something. Not that his father would have worn anything as so awesome as Eli did, but still. He was tiny even next to the other shrunk teen and all Eli remembered about fourteen other then family clusterfucks was hating needing a damn stool to get anything off shelves and occasionally being mistaken for a tomboyish girl. AKWARD. What. The fuck. Shocked dumb struck eyes shot over to stare at Anthonys own glare in the mirror. Panicked raised eyebrows made it clear he needed an explanation from his genius friend, and NOW.