"Haak-ack."

Tobias twitched at the gagging sound, but his eyes stayed fixed on the magazine on his lap. "Well, that was disgusting," he commented dryly, turning a page. The only response was another choking noise.

Tobias sighed, getting up from his seat against the foot of Jakes bed and padding into the adjoining bathroom. Jake was bent over the counter, scowling at his reflection as he probed the depths of his mouth with one finger.

"What are you doing?" The hawk-boy asked, completely perplexed.

"There's something…stuck behind my tongue…it's been bothering me all—gak—all day!"

"Well, stop choking yourself. That doesn't do any good. Just—" Tobias began, when Jake gave a little yelp and removed his hand from his mouth. Clenched between two fingers was a small, damp wad of hair.

"What is this?" He asked, peering at it.

"I don't want to know." Tobias snorted, retreating to the bedroom.

Jake continued to pull at the bundle. "This is fur. Orange fur!"

"What?" Tobias stuck his head back around the door.

"This is tiger fur! What's it doing in my mouth?" For a second Tobias looked blank, then he started to laugh. "It's not funny!" Jake snapped, disgruntled.

"Yes it is! How long were you guys in that alley last night?" Tobias asked, stifling giggles.

Jake rolled his eyes, but answered. "Fifteen of 'our minutes,' according to Ax. Why?"

"Did you possibly loose a bit of control over your morph?" The blond boy was having way too much fun with this.

Jake frowned. "I don't think so. Well, I remember thinking there was gunk on my fur then…oh no."

Tobias was lost in hilarity. "So you essentially had a hairball. I can't wait to tell Marco!"

Jake groaned. He would never hear the end of this.

300 words. I regret nothing.