Stepping out the trio of women walked down the city streets towards a nearby coffee shop, the whole time they had this strange sense of… Discomfort. Not so much dread for their friends but more like their damn cloths kept biting and tugging at them. Helena tugged at the waistband of her jeans, thinking that maybe her belt was on too tight, while Thea scratched at her back, was her bra getting tighter? Crossing the street and making their way inside they finally made their order and sat down.
“Hey try to hold off there girl, try to make that last for a few seconds.” Snarked Helena, watching Laurel bite into a sandwich like she was starving. “Says you, that spoon enough for you or are you just gonna guzzle that chili?” Glowering back at the attorney Helena had already halfway finished her bowl mere seconds after sitting down.
Watching the two be catty towards each other Thea rolled her shoulder again, her bra strap making her feel uncomfortable. If anything it all started when she watched her brother to bar lifts back at their place… Without his shirt on… shaking her head Thea went back to her meal, eating like she hadn’t in days. If any of them were paying attention they would have noticed their blouses getting a bit tighter on their chests or their pants and skirts looking so tight that the outline of their thighs and rears were showing through the fabric.
*
Back at his place Oliver looked over the file Felicity had sent him the other night, from what he could tell they were trying to use the dwarf star fragment to stabilize a portal to Earth 2. “So what went wrong?” Everything seemed like it checked out, at least to him. Felicity’s notes pointed out what they were doing and how it would work but he found himself getting more and more distracted, finding it difficult to read any more. Sitting up from his chair Oliver queen felt a little disoriented, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck.
“Funny, I thought I got a haircut yesterday.” Indeed, his hair seemed a bit shaggy, and recently too, like it happened in the last hour. Pinching the bridge of his nose the man moved over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, rummaging through the shelves until he pulled out yesterday’s lunch and kicked the door shut behind him. Making his way back to the table he started eating, and when he got started he didn’t stop. At first it was at his usual pace but the more he ate the more it seemed like he hadn’t eaten at all. Within minutes he had cleared three servings of the roast beef before going back to the fridge for more. Rummaging a loaf of bread and the bottle of orange juice he guzzled it down in one go and went to the counter to make a couple sandwiches.
“Maybe it’s a bug or something, usually I’m not that hungry after exercising, or sitting for an hour, or… The hell?” Looking down at his hands Oliver raised an eye brow to the light sheen of hair growing off his arms, it wasn’t there a moment ago. Shaking his head he went back to making a sandwich, before finding himself biting into the loaf itself.
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