"Uh, ya, sorry Dad." Steven reached over, grabbing a card. He read it aloud. "Dense [30] or Barren [30]. Great another choice card." Steven looked at his father, who was still experimentally poking his newfound girth. "C'mon Steven, just pick. It's not like stalling is gonna make the choice any less embarrassing." Jeff whined.
"Alright alright! Dense I guess..." Tony had just returned to the room, dragging a recliner from the living room. He helped his father into the chair (with some difficulty), his hands roaming a bit more than he should have. "What did you draw Steven?"
"Something about being dense or barren. I hope its not your intellect. I'd hate to see you lose all the work you did getting into your career." Dan huffed. Just getting off the ground and into the recliner had knocked the wind out of him.
"I feel fine. Just... itchy." Steven started pawing at his chest beneath his white button down shirt. "Uh, Steven? Did you start growing out a beard?" Jeff queried.
"No. The practice would never allow facial hair. Why?" Jeff pulled out his phone, turning on the front-camera, before handing it over to his older brother. Steven gasped when he saw his reflection on the screen. His strong chin was quickly being hidden behind a slowly thickening tangle of hair. He touched his face, shocked to feel the coarse hair was very real and firmly attached. He looked down, seeing long wiry curly hairs poking through his shirt. He realized why he was so itchy. He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, his worry growing as his new beard creeped into his vision.
"Dude! Your beard is so long!" Steven shot his younger brother a hateful glare as he managed to release the last button. His flat stomach and small pecs were completely obscured by a forest of chestnut brown hair. His skin barely peeked through. "No... I can't go to work like this! I'll be fired for sure!" Steven tugged at his beard, a tear welling up from the pain.
"Calm down Steven. It's not so bad. You can just shave it off Monday morning. I gotta join a gym to get rid of all... this." Dan motioned to himself.
Steven stared at his father in disbelief. He sat backdown, unsure how to respond. His father's attitude seemed too mellow for what the two of them has gone through thus far. "So it's my turn ya?" Tony asked, a bit too eagerly