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"I don't know... It's just, I've been thinking about running away soon as I found out. I don't think I'd be able to fit in Elementary school anymore, and I don't know what to say to my parents if they saw me like this. It'd all just be so weird."

Writ tried to relax, not think about it, but that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon.

***

Coyote stopped playing and put the drum down.

"Apparently." The god shrugged.

He crouched down and went eye to eye with the wolf, "Heard that you've pulled a trick once or twice of your own."

"It's just a thought." Writ said, brushing away the subject. Though he wasn't quite sure.

"At least now I can beat up that kid in the hoodie." Writ remarked, "He was a real jerk."

***

"Gods are just gossipy people." Coyote smiled and sat back. He took out his pipe, "I know that word's going to get out about what I did with the kid."

The pipe lit itself and he took a puff. He took the pipe out of his mouth and blew the smoke in the air.

"It's just been a question on my mind but, how good are you at those tricks of yours? Obviously not the best, because I'm the god of all tricks and you're... Not. Alas, I've heard things that've got me impressed."

Crow ran away? Well, that would explain the whole silence when he asked about her parents.

"I think, I'm going to skip school today. Get some clothes that'll fit." He thought out loud, looking down on his embarassingly short pajamas..

***

"I am, but I don't need a demonstration right now, thanks." Coyote said mildly, his gold eyes staring at her red ones. Death gods were the last ones you wanted to demonstrate anything. Enough with the chit-chat.

"But I called you here, because I want to make this game a bit more interesting, maybe prove to be a better trickster than I." He took another breath of smoke and exhaled again, a grin on his face.

Well, that was sudden.

"I guess..." Writ stopped for a moment, then said, "Sure, just let me get changed first."

Writ went into his room and grabbed the largest clothes that he could, it was another pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a red plaid shirt to go over that. All of it felt tight, especially the socks, his claws had to poke through the cloth in order to fit.

He still wasn't used to his body, and it felt strange, like being in another person's shoes. This body wasn't his, it didn't belong to him yet. He was supposed to wait when he came of age, like all the other kids.

Feh, like when was he like other kids?

He came out of his room in his small clothes and said, "This is really, really odd."

Writ needed to go to the library to look up this "Morrigan" God. Who'd give a girl wings and hooves? Whatever, he wasn't ever a fan of the library, but he seemed determined to know things.

He opened the front door and waited for Crow. Writ checked his pockets for his housekeys. Still there. Alright.

Crow came out, and he locked the door. First steps outside in an aged body. Everything seemed smaller around him.

"I don't know, talking to you just makes me feel younger." Writ smiled a little, but it quickly died. They went off to the nearest clothes shop. It wasn't too far. Things just didn't look right with Writ next to Crow, on a school day, it suggusted things. There were second glances and stares, but at least there weren't any policeman, or truant officers, or most importantly, Blacksuits.

"Okay okay...." Writ just chose a pack of white t-shirts and a few pairs of jeans. The shirts were large, he didn't know if they'd fit, but they were probably better than his old ones. The jeans, he had to try those out.

So he went to a dressing room to try them on really quick.

Hey. Coyote whispered, coming in for a moment.

What do you want?! Writ hissed back in his mind.

Look, I just want to make things up to you, okay? You're in front of a mirror, right?

Coyote waited, and said, Just press down on the tip of your ears softly for a moment.

Writ rolled his eyes, but he did. The ears felt like soft clay for a moment. He gasped slightly at the sensation. Before he could marvel, the god said,

Press down.

The teen obeyed, and the ears seemed to have shrank in size. It was only a moment before they popped back up to normal.

I'll tell you about it later, busy at the moment.

And Coyote left again, but not before changing Writ's aura. Crow would probably see it too. There were sparkles around the boy's body as he came out of the changing room, implying something, no less. He didn't want Morrigan to have all the fun, did he?