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[trashed]

[For anyone walking along the village today, they might come across a rather strange sight. Two girls who look like they could be twins walking towards the clinic, with one hanging onto the shoulder of the other... or rather, one being held up by the other. And “she” doesn’t look too happy about it, either. But when is that one ever happy, really?]

--I swear, once these stupid drugs wear off-- [“She” started, blinking as if trying to get the effects to go away. Of course, it wasn’t going to work. It had taken a lot to sedate Sync, surprise surprise.]

It’s only a little bit further until we reach the clinic. [Ion all but ignores the attempted threat, keeping “her” voice soft in the hopes of keeping Sync’s temper at bay. Not that there’s much “she” could do to Ion in this condition.] Are you tired? We can stop and rest for a little while if you’d like...

I’m fine. [“She” snaps.] I don’t need your help at all. [Even ignoring the fact that “she” can’t walk in a straight line at the moment, which was why Sync was even depending on Ion to walk at the moment. It’s not like “she” wanted to, but at the moment it was inevitable.]

[Ion only sighs, once more ignoring Sync’s words and stopping at the nearest bench. Sync may still be far more affected than Ion, but that didn’t mean Ion wasn’t feeling tired as well. AND SYNC WAS A FATTY SO HE WAS HEAVY....

...HEY NOW IT’S MUSCLE OR SOMETHING OK. Sync sits with a sigh as well, not exactly fighting it for once. Even though Sync had said it wasn’t needed, “her” body was saying the exact opposite. As much as “she” wanted to get away from the whole situation, there was no way Sync was going anywhere fast.]

[Anyone out there want to help two “girls” in distress? Or, alternatively, anyone who actually knows them might see fit to realize those “girls” are not normally supposed to be girls...]

--

[Once Ion’s left Sync in the clinic to rest up, he’ll start making his own way back home. Only this time, he’ll be putting a bit more effort into concealing the little change the Malnosso decided to stick him with this time around... not that it’ll be very difficult, of course, given he is Ion. He’ll probably be walking a little unsteadily until he finally makes it back to House One, whereupon he’ll try to quietly make his way back to his room so he can curl up under the covers and sleep for awhile.]

[Of course, someone is free to intercept him, either to help him back home or greet him upon his return. Though he might be a bit more stand-offish than usual... and you would be too if you woke up as the wrong gender today.]

--

[Well finally, the rest of the drugs have worn off, and Sync’s back to his normal self -- personality-wise, that is. Everything else...has gotten him into a bad mood. Now that he’s not so sedate as he was earlier, he’s much more prone to losing his temper on anyone and anything he comes across. Kicking a puppy? Yeah, that’s what he’d like to do right now. He is slightly satisfied about the coat that Ion gave him, but there’s no way he’ll admit that ever. Just less embarrassment for him later, right?]

[He’s also making his way back home, hoping to just sleep off this curse Luceti brought on him. Maybe...maybe it’s just a bad dream.]

[But he’s pessimistic enough to know that that’s not even true, so he’s not going to bother hoping for long. Run into him? Good luck if you choose to...]

--

((ooc note: Please note in your subject line whether you’ll be running into Sync and Ion in the beginning, or either of them separately! Keep in mind three-way threads may move slower than others because timezones are a jerk. Or you can run into both separately, because this is funny ok ok.))

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[Ion - House One]

[failguardian]

[Ion is back! As soon as Anise hears the news, of course the first things she does is charge over to his room and knock the Anise way - that is, she knocks and opens the door simultaneously.]

Ion!

[So what wonders does she see?]

[Ion - House One] 1/PREPARE YOURSELF

[distressedude]

[Ion's already napped for a bit and is feeling a little better now that he doesn't have those drugs in his system anymore. But now that he's awake, he needs to figure out what to do about his new problem. Or rather, his two new problems. They were just... there! How did girls deal with these things!? Maybe he could wear a really tight vest under his clothes to try and minimize them a little...]

[Well, he wasn't going to get anywhere without testing it! So, shirt off and one shoulder facing the door, he gets ready to try pulling on another shirt--]

[When the door suddenly flies open.]

[distressedude]

[distressedude]

[We're sorry, the Fon Master you're trying to reach is not available at this moment.]

[Please close the door and try again.]



[Or wait a moment for him to realize what has just happened.]

[distressedude]

[Anise.]

[distressedude]

[Standing right there.]

[distressedude]

[SEEING EVERYTHING.]

[distressedude]

[Ohgodohmanohgodohman...!!! Quick, he needs to turn around--!]

[Wait, no, she'll see the scar on his back!]

[But he has scars on the front too-- and boobs!!]

[distressedude]

[Or, you know, he could just stand there and flail for a moment until he finally just trips on his own feet and falls over.]

[That's an idea too.]

/DONE

[distressedude]

[But at least once he's on the ground, he has has previously discarded shirt to grab onto and try, clearly in vain, to cover himself.]

A-Anise!

1/PROBABLY NOT AS MUCH AS THE ABOVE

[failguardian]

[...]

[failguardian]

[Ion has...]

i pity shannon's inbox

[failguardian]

[His front and...]

[failguardian]

[Those are some nasty-looking...]

[failguardian]

[But...um...his front...]

[Weren't those...]

[failguardian]

[Why yes.]

[Yes they are.]

[failguardian]

[oh vxc.gdfgjivhialdfr'gojdfjiwepijtgf]

[aldicjv'ffviehjnreiwperitwrt]

[rebooting...]

[failguardian]

[Oh dear Lorelei and Yulia riding together on a pogostick--]

[failguardian]

Um...Should I...leave?

[distressedude]

[Beneath the layers of embarrassment and shame, there's a small yet very vocal voice yelling YES in the back of his mind.]

[But greater than that is a calmer and more rational voice saying No. And that's the voice Ion will listen to today, if only because he has no idea how he'd be able to face her again if she left now.]

N-No, you don' have to-- ...could you just... turn around for a few moments, please?

[failguardian]

No problem!

[She's already turned around before Ion had finished speaking. To be honest, he had been half-hoping that Ion would say yes, but...Well. She does want to talk. And she had missed him a lot!]

[But...]

[Okay, fine. Never, ever entering a room without knocking first ever again. What if it had been Dist that she ran into?!]

[Ew ew ew gross]

[FIRMLY SHOVING THAT THOUGHT ASIDE and trying to regain her composure.]

[distressedude]

[Once she's turned around, Ion will quickly pull that shirt back over his head, not even bothering to adjust his wings so they stick out right, and then move so that he's sitting back on his bed. He'll take an extra few moments to recollect himself, willing that blush on his face to go down... before sighing.]

...you can turn around now. [Though given his tone, it sounds as though he'd prefer she stay turned away... but it's not as though he can just hide from her until the effects wear off.]

[She already say plenty anyway. Sob.]

[failguardian]

[Sob.......She turns around, veeeeeeeeeeeery slowly, eyes screwed half shut. At least with the shirt it's harder to tell that Ion has...those....]

[And not to mention the scars.]

Ion, what happened...?

[distressedude]

[Fortunately enough for Ion, the shirt he's wearing now has a collar high enough to cover the scars in the front, in addition to being loose enough to... well, somewhat conceal his figure. He'll still keep his arms crossed over his chest anyway.]

...you know how the Malnosso can be sometimes. Their experiments don't always make much sense. It looks like this is what they decided to do to me this time. [That's all she was asking about right? Right??] But changes aside, I'm all right.

[failguardian]

Yeah, but...did they hurt you?

[The scars had looked faded, but who knows with the Malnosso?]