Little white lines squiggled up Hunter’s arms by the dozens. Hunter stared at them with open fascination, a smile on his lips, wonder lighting up his face. There was a brief flare of blinding light, and when the afterimage faded, Hunter was blinking at the lines covering three-fourths of his arms, each now complete with an oval head. “Did you just draw a bunch of magical sperm swimming up my arms?” he asked, face suddenly full of a lot less awe. “Yep. And wardrobe’s waiting for you.” Hunter wandered in that direction, still staring at the glowing sperm on his arms.
