"Well I guess the room isn't so bad. Except the blankets." Kenneth looked around. There were fantasy and videogame posters, and for beers Max was too young for legally drink, sporting trophies,a nd more. "Wish they'd let us decorate."
Their body lurched toward the computer chair, out of force of habit, until Max caught them on the door. "Whoa! Give me a little warning."
"Sorry. Force of habit. Do you want to sit?" Kenneth blushed.
They shuffled to the rolly chair, slowly pivoted, and sat down. "Nice to be sitting in my own chair. Even if I can only feel it with one ass cheek. So,um, what do we do now?" His head was racing. This was going to be his life now. "Suppose I better tell the guys I'm okay. That we're okay."
As Max reflected on their situation Kenneth reached across the keyboard and took the mouse, flipping open menus to make it left handed. "I guess so. Are you ready to tell everyone? We can take a picture - once we get dressed. You mind if I play a game? Just Hearthstone or something to relax?" Despite having been right handed Kenneth found his left hand to be quite dextrous. It was creepy, almost, as if he'd had it his entire life.
"Uh, sure, I guess I'll just text the guys..." Max wasn't going to argue. But as the game flashed up on the monitor he realized he had no mouse, no computer to work off screen, no nothing. "Hey, um, do you see my phone around here? Did it get destroyed in the crash?"
Kenneth shook his head. A single phone sat on the desk. It was Kenneth's. "Well here's mine. Do you want to use the PC and I'll use the phone? Its not that big a deal." His brother fumbled with the phone, which was just a little too big to use one handed. It was a fair compromise.
"I just hope they get me a new one and didn't merge our data onto yours or something. That'd be overkill, right? Ken?" His brother had fallen silent, phone resting on on the desk, swiping through with an index finger. "Ken?"