[Shifted] A Bumbling Butt

Quinn Carter had a talent.

Not a useful one. Not a cool one. Just… a very specific, very consistent talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He kept his head down as he walked through the library, hands shoved into his  pockets, shoulders slightly hunched like he could fold himself out of the way if he tried hard enough. It never really worked, but it made him feel better.

The bracelet on his wrist gave off a faint white glow. It was Inactive. He glanced at it for half a second, then quickly looked away.

“Maybe not today, I’ve used up a lot of time this month…”

The library was usually quieter than the rest of the city, which helped. Less people meant less chances to bump into someone, say something wrong, or accidentally ruin someone’s day just by existing too loudly.

A small couch in the corner next to a bookshelf came to view, it was perfect

Quinn let out a small breath of relief and quickly made his way over, turning and dropping onto it with a tired sigh. For a moment, everything was peaceful. Nice. Calm, and Normal-

“…mmf-!”

Quinn blinked. “…Huh?” He tilted his head slightly, looking around like the sound might’ve come from somewhere else. His immediate area looked the same as it ever was.

“…mm-!”

His stomach dropped. “Oh no!” Quinn shot to his feet so fast he nearly tripped over himself, spinning around to stare at the couch like it had personally betrayed him. “I didn’t just-no, I definitely just- Ah no…”

Then he turned around to face his rear and there they were, plastered right onto his firm behind.

Two Tinies. At least they were moving… Which should good. If it weren’t for the fact it was more like “twitching”…

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Quinn blurted, hands flying up like that would somehow help. “I didn’t see you, I swear, I just sat down, I wasn’t even thinking-!” He immediately started pacing in a small, tight circle, running a hand through his hair. “Of course I wasn’t thinking-why would I be thinking-that would make too much sense-”

He stopped abruptly, turning back to his rear.

“Are you okay?! I mean-no…! that’s a terrible question, you’re obviously not okay, I just… are you less not okay than you could be?!” He winced, clearly not in control of the situation.

Again, one of the Tinies made a twitch. Alive. Definitely still alive.

Quinn let out a shaky breath of relief.

“Okay, okay, that’s good, that’s a good sign!” he muttered, nodding to himself like he was trying to convince his own brain.

He hesitated for a second… then realized something. “A-Ah…” His face went bright red.

He still had these two stuck to his bottom and made no attempt at peeling them off from the very start of this whole debacle.

“I am so, so sorry…!” he said quickly, voice muffled with embarrassment. “This is worst first impression, I promise I’m not usually-well, no, that’s not true, I kind of am- At least it’s uh… soft? That’s something, right? That probably helped. Maybe. I mean, not enough but-”

As he continued to blather on profusely apologizing, had they’d had the strength to speak, they might’ve said the same thing.

That, at this rate… They almost wished he’d finished the job.

If only to escape this mess of a man…

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