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[Filtered to Ion:]

[Okay, first thing's first. He wants to get this out of the way since he's been sitting on it since...well, it happened. And he's actually a little surprised he hasn't heard from any of the Fon Master's little friends yet.

So he's going to make sure that didn't even happen.]

Saturday. Forget about it. Nothing happened that day, do you understand me? I don't want to hear about it again, from you or your stupid friends.

[And that was that.

He closes the book and then starts off, carefully through the ice. He slides where he can, keeping mindful of how slippery the ice is as he makes his way through the village. Really, he's not going anywhere in particular. Movement was best in cold weather like this, after all, and only sitting around was making him more and more mad.

Thinking in general made him more and more mad.

There's a chunk of ice that's hanging in the corner of his eye, and he walks over to it. With a few good kicks it's dislodged, and he moves it around on the frozen ground, his mind still racing.

Stupid place.

Stupid fruit.

Stupid Ion.

All of those thoughts combined together, and before he knew it, that piece of ice was kicked and went flying. When he hears the sound of the crash, he doesn't panic like a normal person would. "Oh my gosh, did I do that?" No, that won't be coming out of his mouth.

Instead he starts laughing, because that was a sort of release for him. He didn't care what he hit - it was just satisfying to hear that destructive noise.

Yeah, okay he's...starting to scrape up some more ice now.]

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[You know, getting to spend part of the day being friendly with Sync was more or less the highlight of that Saturday... unfortunately, it was also, more or less, the only highlight after being so overshadowed by all the terribly embarrassing things that happened that day.]

[And so, Ion isn't even going to make a fuss. He doesn't even sound too upset, still feeling far too tense from the whole experiment itself, really.]

I understand. Nothing happened between us. And I'll never bring it up again.

[HEY SYNC HEY SYNC LOOK WE'RE AGREEING ON SOMETHING! :D :D :D]

[Hey, Sync, guess what -- or who -- you just hit with that piece of ice?]

Oww!

[Yep. Fortunately, it was just on her leg and not her head or anything like that, but still, it's not something she was expecting on her jog today.]

[Asch had just been innocently headed for the plaza to fetch some groceries, minding his own business and feeling surprisingly okay with how the last week had gone. He'd finally passed a Valentine's Day experiment with relatively harmless results! Certainly compared to the years in the recent past, at least. No engagement, no embarrassing public displays- just a bit of irritating silliness with the replica and his friends. Easily forgotten. He can live with that.

He hadn't expected a chunk of ice to go flying through the air and crash through a window just a few feet from his head, but his good mood is the reason he doesn't retaliate or get pissed off- merely glances over at the offender, irritated, and comments:]

You missed.

[Nice job breaking a window, you jerk!

And listen - someone's coming out of the house to see what just happened. They have to whack at the door from the inside a bit before the ice on the hinges cracks and it swings open with a crunch.

Mewtwo nearly slips when he steps outside, and quickly jumps to hover over the icy ground instead.

...Hey, you over there. I'm lookin' at you. Did you do that?]

...Is that really necessary.

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worst first meeting ever!!!!!

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......i think i will tag this

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