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Gwyar Wledig
HANDYMAN HUSTLE II ☆ WEDDING WISH!
POSTED ON Oct 18, 2021 17:14:43 GMT
The world swam. In the middle of a sword fight, the last thing he needed was a sudden bout of migraine, but unfortunately, convenience was not on his side.
His eyes inevitably drifted close, and soon, the man found himself collapsing butt first onto a wooden kitchen stool, pie in maw.
Wait, that doesn't make sense.
Eyes snapping wide, he flew off his seat as if burned.
Almost literally. His body felt light, all of a sudden. Nearly 100 pounds lighter, matter of fact!
Long, lanky legs wobbled and scrambled for balance as the man's arms pinwheeled, sending the piece of pie in his now loose grasp flying randomly across the room while he fell ass first to the floor.
"What is going on?" He asked, bewildered, as he stared at his brand new hands. His very tanned, very skinny, very scarred-in-the-wrong-ways hands.
This... was most definitely not his body. Which meant only one thing.
He had fallen unconscious and was now dreaming.
Wait, really?! The Dragon beat him? In a swordfight?!
"I... lost a match?" He muttered airily, his soul nearly abandoning his new body. His skills had rusted so far...?
Or the Dragon was a True Master beyond all others in the world.
No, no! There had to be a true explanation for all of this.
His attempts at excusing his terrible loss were interrupted by the voice of... someone he didn't know calling everyone to the kitchen table, promising everyone they would 'figure things out' and 'change back' in a most Michiko-ish of manners.
Oh hey, their bodies had swapped! That was a great excus- explanation!
Rising to his feet with surprising ease, he realized the body he was in was incredibly easy to move in-
If he could maintain his bloody balance.
Eventually, Gwyar managed to stumble his way into the kitchen, long legs swinging wildly as his arms scrambled for balance.
"Never in my life did I think I would be learning to walk again..."
An uncharacteristic welsh accent flowed out of Doug Sullivan's lips as he finally collapsed onto a seat at the table, head dropping on his hand as he sighed in relief.
"... What are we doing, again?"
Ah, right. Testing for antidotes.
Looking over the broad selection, it wasn't long before he was found filling a plate with Spicy Marinated Pork and some Beef Kimchi Buns.
The new body looked like it needed the protein...
-eating Spicy Marinated Pork and Beef Kimchi Buns cause there's not enough protein on this tiny baby man body.
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