From Alicante to The Apartment, New York, Saturday

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This morning, in her bed at her father's house in Alicante, Isabelle had woken up to feeling uncomfortable. It hadn't taken her long to realize why. Overnight, she'd become –– well, the wrong shape for pretty much everything she'd been wearing to sleep in. So, right, they were doing this again. She would've assumed Fandom's magic couldn't work through the wards around Idris, but apparently she'd thought wrong. And it'd be complicated to look like Alec here of all places.

Ugh.

So, she'd gotten out of bed with a groan, then gone to the closet to search for clothes that'd even remotely fit her. And that was when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

And immediately went in for a closer look because well hello. She did not look like Alec this time. And that changed everything.

So long story short: she sent a fire message to Flick (Had to go to NY, come if you can, because she'd previously told him she'd stay in Alicante this weekend) and then listen closely until she was sure her father wasn't in the house, before sneaking into his quarters and snagging an old set of gear to wear. Then she scribbled her father a little note as well, about how Jace had asked her to come back to the city.

Fast forward, and she was home in New York. Having far too much fun going through Flick's closet space and modeling things in front of the mirrors. And if some of the modeling was sans clothes, well, could you blame her? She deserved her fun, dammit.

And her phone was filling up with pictures.

Also once Flick would hopefully make it out of Idris and his phone would start working, he was going to find several photos on there as well. Maybe he'd enjoy an unknown but attractive young man's (clothed!) selfies coming from Isabelle's number? In fact, maybe he'd even put two and two together and note the Marks and how the backgrounds looked suspiciously like their bedroom in the city. He was a smart boy, he could figure it out.

[ooc: NFB, primarily for That Guy, but can be open for calls/texts as well!]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick had to admit that his first thought upon seeing pictures of an unfamiliar guy coming to him from Isabelle's phone taken in their bedroom was rage. Anger. It was a completely involuntary reaction that he quickly tamped down on when he thought things through.

Isabelle wouldn't cheat on him. Isabelle loved him and adored him and was going to marry him. This had to be -- ooooh, this had to be her in some nice looking man's body.

That's my shirt he texted as he tried to book a portal back to New York.

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See? Smart boy figuring it out.

I think you'll find it's mine currently, Isabelle sent back, pleased that he had to be on his way since he was texting her back. Good. That earned him a photo with the shirt unbuttoned, too.

Turned out she was just as fit with a male body as she was in her usual form.

[flickofthewrist]

You're getting boy cooties on it, Flick sent, snickering and exchanging some money for a portal that left in about ten minutes.

Is that hair on your chest? Flick asked while he waited for the portal to queue itself up and make itself safe to travel through.

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Yes. I find it unnecessary but it doesn't spoil the package.

Because it was a great package. She was tall and strong, just like she liked it.

[flickofthewrist]

I like it. I don't have any and sometimes I wish I did.

Flick didn't know where that body had come from but it was a good one. Bigger than Flick's own and broader. He would have been jealous if he hadn't been enjoying.

Portal's ready. I'll see you in a bit.

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Prepare to be amazed.

Look, she just wanted him to get here as quick as he could, because this was not a weekend he could miss.

Not that she wasn't just fine at keeping herself entertained. In fact, right after sending that, she got right back to taking more selfies. Including ones taken over her shoulder, with her back towards the big mirror.

"Oh, good, my ass is still fantastic."

[flickofthewrist]

The portal, thankfully, did not drop him off in some random place like it had done before. He stepped out right by the apartment and quickly made his way up.

He opened the door and looked around before calling out, "Isabelle? Izzy? Masculine looking fiancee, where are you?"

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Isabelle emerged from their bedroom sans shirt but with grin. Because of course. She was wearing a pair of his jeans, though they were just a little too short for her.

"Hello, stranger."

[flickofthewrist]

"Are you seriously just walking around without a shirt because you're hot?" Flick asked, laughing.

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"None of your nicest shirts fit around the shoulders," Isabelle told him, shrugging said broad shoulders. Her voice may have been significantly deeper, but the easy, idle tone was Isabelle all over.

She padded further into the living room. Her lips quirked into the beginning of a smirk. "Besides, I could've just been here with no clothes on at all."

[flickofthewrist]

"And you didn't want to put on a tee shirt why?" Flick asked, stepping closer and doing a circle around Isabelle to check her out. "How tall are you right now? Jesus."

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"Taller than you."

Now there was the smirk.

[flickofthewrist]

"Bite me," Flick said, shaking his head. "You're not that cute."

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"I am though." Could he argue with this face? She didn't think he could. (Well, no, he definitely could. Just not with his heart also in it.) She stepped a little closer, just to tower over him. "Look at me."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh no, don't use your height to tower over me, you giant," Flick said, shoving at her shoulders lightly. "You are not going to boss me around."

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Isabelle raised her eyebrows. Yeah, that looked about the same as it always did, too. "I'm bigger and taller than you, and I have hair on my chest. I think I get to boss you around."

She gave the middle of his chest a light push of her own.

[flickofthewrist]

"I wouldn't trumpet that hair on your chest bit," Flick said, glancing down at said hair and arching an eyebrow. "Might not go well for you."

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Isabell rolled her eyes. "Regardless, I am beautiful," she decided. "Appreciate me."

[flickofthewrist]

"I will, darling."

And he reached out, grabbed some of that chest hair and tugged on it sharply.

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Aaaand he was getting shoved the hell away while Isabelle looked offended.

"Ow!"

[flickofthewrist]

Flick laughed as he stumbled away, grinning and bracing himself against one wall.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

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Isabelle wrinkled her nose, making a face at him. While rubbing a hand over her chest. (So weird that it was so much flatter. So weird.)

"That wasn't a smart move."

[flickofthewrist]

"And why's that?" Flick asked, unable to not stare at her chest. "I thought it was fun."

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It was a good chest, it deserved to be stared at. The abs, too. Her sixpack was absurd.

She rubbed at her oh so injured chst for a second longer before dropping her hand. "It hurt. Don't do it again."

[flickofthewrist]

"Put a shirt on if you don't want me playing with your chest hair," Flick suggested. "That would be the smart thing, baby."