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Saturday morning came in all it's glory after a night of very peaceful sleep. I opened my eyes blearily, blinking out the dim light emanating from the crack in the blinds, and the first thing I see is my favorite thing to wake up to -- Matt's huge, gorgeous detached feet clutched to my chest, evidently in the middle of their own version of sleep, for they lay completely still and peaceful save for occasional twitches in the toes as if they were dreaming. I smiled sleepily -- Matt was such a sweetheart that rather than let the feet disappear by morning he let me have them the whole way through, which meant a few things: that he had probably already regenerated a new pair, that they were mine to keep, and that they had a mind of their own by now.

With this in mind I leaned forward and kissed each sole gently. "Good moooorning..." I murmured to the feet in a quiet sing-song tone.

The tan beauties both stirred slightly, curling their toes in a somewhat groggy fashion and wriggling at the ankles in what I presume was akin to someone stretching and popping their neck after a long nap. After that they rubbed their long toes against my face affectionately, saying good morning in their own way. I sat there for a moment, enjoying their caresses and the faint smell of their soles, but at some point I had to get up. Grumbling, I sat up from bed and ruffled my hair, swinging my legs over the side.

"How do I look?" I asked the feet, looking back with a wry smile on my face, knowing full well that my bed-head and squinty eyes weren't really going to win me any points with the ladies if they had seen me.

The feet wiggled before smacking their soles together slowly as if they were sarcastically clapping.

"Hey!" I laughed, reaching over and giving each sole a quick burst of tickling, causing their toes to wriggle and spread as they tried to worm their way away from my fingers -- I knew full well they could move away if they had wanted to, by the same magic that allowed the detachment in the first place, but nonetheless they feigned otherwise. "Cheeky little bastards, aren't you?" Laughing again, I stood, waving bye to Matt's feet as I exited my room in a t-shirt and pajama pants, groggily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes still.

I trotted down the stairs and entered into the kitchen that the living room opened into -- small, but really, what all were four guys going to get up to in a kitchen? Matt was really the only one who knew how to cook anything more advanced than grilled cheese and ramen noodles, and we were all four perfectly willing to eat in the living room, so the space was certainly adequate for what we needed from it. There was an island with a stove top, a bar that looked out over the living room, and a long L-shaped counter that held a microwave and toaster.

Jason and Matt were already awake...well, most of them, anyway. Two headless bodies in sleepwear occupied the kitchen area, a very tall one that I instantly recognized as Matt milling about pulling items out of the fridge and pantry to prepare what looked like an omelet, and a shorter one sitting in one of the bar stools scrolling through something on a phone (damned if I know how it read anything) that I recognized as Jason. Unlike Matt, Jason was my age, and he was both shorter and a wee bit stockier than Matt was and had lighter skin. Jason's feet were on the footrest of the adjacent stool at his body played on his phone: good-sized but not nearly as big as Matt's, relatively wider, but with high arches, succulent toes, and defined tendons -- just as handsome, albeit in a different way. Jason's body bounced its legs up and down, part of a nervous tick he had stemming from his innate inability to sit still.

I snorted and rolled my eyes with a grin -- the lazy bums' heads were probably still asleep, causing their bodies to have to wake up and start the morning without them. Zack was nowhere to be seen, but then again he usually had swim meets early Saturday mornings, so more than likely he had been long gone before any of us were awake.

I walked into the kitchen, and Matt's body affectionately ruffled my hair as it passed by -- even without his head he thought of me as a little brother. In return I patted him on his muscular arm and moved to sit down at the bar next to Jason's body. The shorter body gave a curt gesture in greeting -- the body-language equivalent of a ' 'sup?', and returned to whatever it was doing on the phone. I smirked at his attempt to be stoic and began casually rubbing the top of the foot resting on my stool with my own foot. Jason's body initially remained still, but then acquiesced, engaging me in a low-key game of footsie while we sat. His sole rubbed over the top of my foot and my toes and up my ankle before coming back down again and repeating the pattern. I closed my eyes, somewhat lost in the reverie of the sensation, but the sound of gentle tapping from the kitchen caused me to look back up.

Matt's body waved to get my attention, then pointed down to the ingredients he had laid out on the bar, asking if I wanted something, too.

"Oh yes, please, that'd be awesome," I replied. He gave me a thumb's up and grabbed another plate from the cabinet and began laying out an omelet for me, adding extra cheese -- just how he knew I liked it.

"Where are your heads?" I asked, leaning forward on the counter with my elbows. I already probably knew the answer, but out of habit and want of conversation I asked anyway. Matt put his palms together and tilted his upper body to indicate sleeping. I nodded; thought as much. "How do you two expect to eat without your heads?" I asked with an incredulous look.

Matt's body paused as if in thought, turned to me, and shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You guys are hopeless, I don't know what you'd do without me and Zack to keep you out of trouble." I turned back to Jason's body and rubbed my foot a little further up the side of his leg, feeling the peach-fuzz texture with my toes. He reached down and patted my leg, then turned his chest towards me and placed his hand on his hip, attentive.

"Could you go get your heads?" I asked him. "It's almost breakfast time and I don't want you to miss out."

Jason's body gave me a faux-enthusiastic double thumbs-up and stood, slapping me lightly but companionably on the back as he moved away and exited the living area; I listened, and heard the sound of him jogging up the stairs with heavy footfalls.

I shook my head. "Lummox," I muttered. Matt's body must have heard me ( again, damned if I understood how,) and his chest and shoulders heaved up and down a few times as if he were chuckling, but with no head to let the sound escape. I wrinkled my nose and gestured with my fingers at him, sending a jolt of magic into the air. Matt's body spasmed as the tickle spell hit him, but that only caused him to chest-chuckle even more.

A few moment's later I heard the heavy thud of Jason's feet on the stairs, and his body came around the corner with one head tucked underneath each arm. Jason's head tried to stifle a yawn, but without any free hands he was unsuccessful. He blew a stray strand of his shaggy brown hair out of his face and regarded me with sleepy green eyes. Matt's head was a little more awake, and grinning, happy to see everyone, but his eyes were still (somewhat adorably, I'll admit) drowsy looking, and he, too, looked like he was about to yawn. "Good morning, Kaden," he greeted me.

I regarded my friend's detached craniums with a grin, satisfied in having been the first one actually awake (Zack didn't count, and the official rules stated you were only awake if your head was). A thought occurred to me, however, and I bit my lip, mischievously grinning as I tried to hold back my tongue. Don't do it, don't do it, it's just too awful, too horrible...

Alas, I could not resist.

"Good morning, sleepy heads."

Jason let out a disgusted groan as his body sat both heads upright on the counter, resting on their neck-stumps. Matt, on the other hand, guffawed loudly, and his body mimicked the sentiment with a heaving of it's chest and shoulders as it tried to approximate laughter.

"That was awful," Jason's head told me, shooting me an unimpressed glare.

"That was great," Matt's head insisted, grinning widely. "I see I've been up and busy. Have you seen Zack?"

"Nope," I said. "I think he left early for swim."

"Ah, that's right," Matt agreed -- in some ways he was like the 'mom' of the group, the eldest always looking out for the little ones and trying to keep them on schedule. "Well, in the meantime I think the omelets are almost ready." His body had begun flipping the omelets over in the pan, so we had about five minutes or so to just chill. Jason's body sat back down next to me and subtly edged his foot back over on top of mine and began rubbing his toes on it again. I looked at his head and raised an eyebrow; he smirked and winked.

"How'd you all sleep?" I asked, addressing the bodies as well as the heads. Matt's body gave a thumb's up, while Jason's shrugged.

"I guess I slept pretty dang well if you had to send my body after me to wake me up," replied Jason.

"Hah, true that," Matt agreed. "How'd you enjoy the feet last night?" he asked me, and Jason's head sniggered under his breath. I blew in his eye, though, and he immediately cut it out. Like you've room to talk, I thought to myself as he still continued rubbing my foot with his.

"Wonderful, as always," I replied to Matt. "Thanks for letting me keep them."

"Tch, it's not a problem," Matt replied with a grin, and his body gave a dismissive wave from it's position over at the cook top. "So what's the plan for the day?"

"Is this not usually it?" I asked, gesturing around at the three of us with both of them in pieces in some way.

"Well, yeah, but it's not like we're just gonna laze about the house all day. Was there somewhere you two wanted to go?"

"Not particularly," I replied with a shrug.

"We've got practice starting at three, too," Jason reminded him, his body drumming it's fingertips lightly on the bar top.

"Ugh, that's right," Matt remembered with a grimace. "What time is it now?"

Jason's body reached out and grabbed his phone and held the screen up to his face. He squinted at the numbers before turning his head back to Matt's. "Ten-thirty,"

Matt whistled. "Wow, we're running late this morning."

I nodded and propped my head up with my hand. "Videogames, then?" I asked.

"Videogames," they both agreed simultaneously, but Matt added "After breakfast, though."

I chuckled. Just another slow, lazy morning at our apartment. What was really going to be entertaining was watching them try to feed themselves like this...

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Saturday morning came in all it's glory after a night of very peaceful sleep. I opened my eyes blearily, blinking out the dim light emanating from the crack in the blinds, and the first thing I see is my favorite thing to wake up to -- Matt's huge, gorgeous detached feet clutched to my chest, evidently in the middle of their own version of sleep, for they lay completely still and peaceful save for occasional twitches in the toes as if they were dreaming. I smiled sleepily -- Matt was such a sweetheart that rather than let the feet disappear by morning he let me have them the whole way through, which meant a few things: that he had probably already regenerated a new pair, that they were mine to keep, and that they had a mind of their own by now.

With this in mind I leaned forward and kissed each sole gently. "Good moooorning..." I murmured to the feet in a quiet sing-song tone.

The tan beauties both stirred slightly, curling their toes in a somewhat groggy fashion and wriggling at the ankles in what I presume was akin to someone stretching and popping their neck after a long nap. After that they rubbed their long toes against my face affectionately, saying good morning in their own way. I sat there for a moment, enjoying their caresses and the faint smell of their soles, but at some point I had to get up. Grumbling, I sat up from bed and ruffled my hair, swinging my legs over the side.

"How do I look?" I asked the feet, looking back with a wry smile on my face, knowing full well that my bed-head and squinty eyes weren't really going to win me any points with the ladies if they had seen me.

The feet wiggled before smacking their soles together slowly as if they were sarcastically clapping.

"Hey!" I laughed, reaching over and giving each sole a quick burst of tickling, causing their toes to wriggle and spread as they tried to worm their way away from my fingers -- I knew full well they could move away if they had wanted to, by the same magic that allowed the detachment in the first place, but nonetheless they feigned otherwise. "Cheeky little bastards, aren't you?" Laughing again, I stood, waving bye to Matt's feet as I exited my room in a t-shirt and pajama pants, groggily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes still.

I trotted down the stairs and entered into the kitchen that the living room opened into -- small, but really, what all were four guys going to get up to in a kitchen? Matt was really the only one who knew how to cook anything more advanced than grilled cheese and ramen noodles, and we were all four perfectly willing to eat in the living room, so the space was certainly adequate for what we needed from it. There was an island with a stove top, a bar that looked out over the living room, and a long L-shaped counter that held a microwave and toaster.

Jason and Matt were already awake...well, most of them, anyway. Two headless bodies in sleepwear occupied the kitchen area, a very tall one that I instantly recognized as Matt milling about pulling items out of the fridge and pantry to prepare what looked like an omelet, and a shorter one sitting in one of the bar stools scrolling through something on a phone (damned if I know how it read anything) that I recognized as Jason. Unlike Matt, Jason was my age, and he was both shorter and a wee bit stockier than Matt was and had lighter skin. Jason's feet were on the footrest of the adjacent stool at his body played on his phone: good-sized but not nearly as big as Matt's, relatively wider, but with high arches, succulent toes, and defined tendons -- just as handsome, albeit in a different way. Jason's body bounced its legs up and down, part of a nervous tick he had stemming from his innate inability to sit still.

I snorted and rolled my eyes with a grin -- the lazy bums' heads were probably still asleep, causing their bodies to have to wake up and start the morning without them. Zack was nowhere to be seen, but then again he usually had swim meets early Saturday mornings, so more than likely he had been long gone before any of us were awake.

I walked into the kitchen, and Matt's body affectionately ruffled my hair as it passed by -- even without his head he thought of me as a little brother. In return I patted him on his muscular arm and moved to sit down at the bar next to Jason's body. The shorter body gave a curt gesture in greeting -- the body-language equivalent of a ' 'sup?', and returned to whatever it was doing on the phone. I smirked at his attempt to be stoic and began casually rubbing the top of the foot resting on my stool with my own foot. Jason's body initially remained still, but then acquiesced, engaging me in a low-key game of footsie while we sat. His sole rubbed over the top of my foot and my toes and up my ankle before coming back down again and repeating the pattern. I closed my eyes, somewhat lost in the reverie of the sensation, but the sound of gentle tapping from the kitchen caused me to look back up.

Matt's body waved to get my attention, then pointed down to the ingredients he had laid out on the bar, asking if I wanted something, too.

"Oh yes, please, that'd be awesome," I replied. He gave me a thumb's up and grabbed another plate from the cabinet and began laying out an omelet for me, adding extra cheese -- just how he knew I liked it.

"Where are your heads?" I asked, leaning forward on the counter with my elbows. I already probably knew the answer, but out of habit and want of conversation I asked anyway. Matt put his palms together and tilted his upper body to indicate sleeping. I nodded; thought as much. "How do you two expect to eat without your heads?" I asked with an incredulous look.

Matt's body paused as if in thought, turned to me, and shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You guys are hopeless, I don't know what you'd do without me and Zack to keep you out of trouble." I turned back to Jason's body and rubbed my foot a little further up the side of his leg, feeling the peach-fuzz texture with my toes. He reached down and patted my leg, then turned his chest towards me and placed his hand on his hip, attentive.

"Could you go get your heads?" I asked him. "It's almost breakfast time and I don't want you to miss out."

Jason's body gave me a faux-enthusiastic double thumbs-up and stood, slapping me lightly but companionably on the back as he moved away and exited the living area; I listened, and heard the sound of him jogging up the stairs with heavy footfalls.

I shook my head. "Lummox," I muttered. Matt's body must have heard me ( again, damned if I understood how,) and his chest and shoulders heaved up and down a few times as if he were chuckling, but with no head to let the sound escape. I wrinkled my nose and gestured with my fingers at him, sending a jolt of magic into the air. Matt's body spasmed as the tickle spell hit him, but that only caused him to chest-chuckle even more.

A few moment's later I heard the heavy thud of Jason's feet on the stairs, and his body came around the corner with one head tucked underneath each arm. Jason's head tried to stifle a yawn, but without any free hands he was unsuccessful. He blew a stray strand of his shaggy brown hair out of his face and regarded me with sleepy green eyes. Matt's head was a little more awake, and grinning, happy to see everyone, but his eyes were still (somewhat adorably, I'll admit) drowsy looking, and he, too, looked like he was about to yawn. "Good morning, Kaden," he greeted me.

I regarded my friend's detached craniums with a grin, satisfied in having been the first one actually awake (Zack didn't count, and the official rules stated you were only awake if your head was). A thought occurred to me, however, and I bit my lip, mischievously grinning as I tried to hold back my tongue. Don't do it, don't do it, it's just too awful, too horrible...

Alas, I could not resist.

"Good morning, sleepy heads."

Jason let out a disgusted groan as his body sat both heads upright on the counter, resting on their neck-stumps. Matt, on the other hand, guffawed loudly, and his body mimicked the sentiment with a heaving of it's chest and shoulders as it tried to approximate laughter.

"That was awful," Jason's head told me, shooting me an unimpressed glare.

"That was great," Matt's head insisted, grinning widely. "I see I've been up and busy. Have you seen Zack?"

"Nope," I said. "I think he left early for swim."

"Ah, that's right," Matt agreed -- in some ways he was like the 'mom' of the group, the eldest always looking out for the little ones and trying to keep them on schedule. "Well, in the meantime I think the omelets are almost ready." His body had begun flipping the omelets over in the pan, so we had about five minutes or so to just chill. Jason's body sat back down next to me and subtly edged his foot back over on top of mine and began rubbing his toes on it again. I looked at his head and raised an eyebrow; he smirked and winked.

"How'd you all sleep?" I asked, addressing the bodies as well as the heads. Matt's body gave a thumb's up, while Jason's shrugged.

"I guess I slept pretty dang well if you had to send my body after me to wake me up," replied Jason.

"Hah, true that," Matt agreed. "How'd you enjoy the feet last night?" he asked me, and Jason's head sniggered under his breath. I blew in his eye, though, and he immediately cut it out. Like you've room to talk, I thought to myself as he still continued rubbing my foot with his.

"Wonderful, as always," I replied to Matt. "Thanks for letting me keep them."

"Tch, it's not a problem," Matt replied with a grin, and his body gave a dismissive wave from it's position over at the cook top. "So what's the plan for the day?"

"Is this not usually it?" I asked, gesturing around at the three of us with both of them in pieces in some way.

"Well, yeah, but it's not like we're just gonna laze about the house all day. Was there somewhere you two wanted to go?"

"Not particularly," I replied with a shrug.

"We've got practice starting at three, too," Jason reminded him, his body drumming it's fingertips lightly on the bar top.

"Ugh, that's right," Matt remembered with a grimace. "What time is it now?"

Jason's body reached out and grabbed his phone and held the screen up to his face. He squinted at the numbers before turning his head back to Matt's. "Ten-thirty,"

Matt whistled. "Wow, we're running late this morning."

I nodded and propped my head up with my hand. "Videogames, then?" I asked.

"Videogames," they both agreed simultaneously, but Matt added "After breakfast, though."

I chuckled. Just another slow, lazy morning at our apartment. What was really going to be entertaining was watching them try to feed themselves like this...