Jamal sighed. It has been a exhausting day for him. His shoulders ached as his heavy textbook-filled backpack bared down on his hunched-over back.
Looking back at his day, he is not sure how his 'dragon mom' would react if she found out what really happened today. Would she be happy that Jamal finally made a real friend?... It’s hard to tell. It’s not like he really tells his mom about his life, otherwise, Craig would have been expelled a long time ago. And he’s not exactly sure if Gen would even be considered a ‘true’ friend right now. The only reason they know each other today and not the day before was because they both received copies of each other’s memories. But does that make them freinds or just partners out of obligation due to the fusion power’s risks?
Jamal half heartily stepped over a rock, not wanting to risk fusing his foot with it. He doesn’t know what to think anymore. Every small thing at school suddenly became a big thing all at once and he doesn’t know how to process it.
He glanced down at his bare hands. After he fused with Gen, the fusionist gloves dissapeared. Yet, his hands still have the glove’s fusion powers. Which makes him wonder... What happened to thegloves? Did they fuse to him and Gen? And if so... is there a way to unfuse the gloves from his hands? Or is the only way to take them off is to become Gamal again? He still doesn’t know what to think of Gemal... Maybe when Gemal defused, one glove fused with Gen and the other fused with Jamal? At this point, he can only speculate...
Out of curiosity, Jamal tried pulling the gloves off of his hands... Nothing. The only thing he succeeded in doing was confirming that he can’t pull his hands off.
As Jamal held his hands out in the air, not even letting habit put them in his pockets, Jamal pondered his next move. Looks like he has a whole weekend to eperiment with his fusion powers. Now what does he knows so far about his fusion powers? Well, firstly, he knows that these fusion powers can fuse inanamate objects together into a new object that’s a mix of both. He also learned that they can fuse inanimate objects and living beings together...
Jamal’s eyes widened. Deena! She’s still a computer chair hybrid back home! He may be somewhat confident about being able to defuse her, but he’s not so confient about another problem: His mom. Jamal doesn’t really pay atention to her work schedule very well, so he has no idea if she is working this afternoon or not. And he’s not sure if his Mom ever peaks into his room every once in awhile. He made sure to lock his door this morning, but he wouldn’t put it past her to unlock the door anyways. It is a simple lock. What if she sees Deena?! Would she call the police? 911? That would be bad. Maybe she already did?
Jamal face was grim as he quickened his pace. He has to hurry before his mom finds Deena!
About 15 minutes of cautious jogging later, Jamal finally got to his door, only to see the driveway empty. Good . That means she’s probaly working all night... that or she is on her way home.... He’s not sure. He better hurry.
Jamal causiously climbed up the stairs and gently unlocked his door and closed it behind him. In front of him was the Deena Chair. Right were he left her. He better hurry. He has no idea when his mom is coming home. If his mom catches wind of Deena missing her college classes today, she might come home sooner.
’No time to think. Better do it now then later.’ Jamal thought. He climed up on the Deena computer chair, with his knees on her seat cuchions.
"Hrnnmmmm" Deena soured out as Jamal kneeled on top of her lap.
As he leaned in on her, he grabed onto the two arm rests and tried to push them apart...
“SCHWOOP!”
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He... felt strange...
One second, he was leaning on Deena, the next...
Jamal tried to move but his movements felt...unatural...
Instead of bending his knees to move foward, but they... well....
His toes feels like... they are moving in a weird way... and constantly feeling the ground...
“Ohhhh....” Jamal let out involentarory. The simple act of moving felt so... nice... for some reason.
Jamal tried to scan his surroundings only to realize that his head moved very stiffly... Only up, down, left or right. No other direction. Though he can move his head left and right more so then he should... As he looked down, he saw...