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[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...]

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[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.]

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[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...]

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((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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[Well, that's certainly enough to catch Dist's attention completely. For a moment he mistakes Ion for the other replica, and glares at him for making a racket, but...something isn't right. This one looks more bedraggled and like it was returning from--

It then dawns on him, and Dist drops everything and moves over toward Ion to support him in case he stumbles again.]

Fon Master?! [Good lord, did he really walk here all by himself?! Why didn't he call for help?! Rrgh, Ion, honestly...] Are you all right?

[Dist doesn't exactly wait for a response. He immediately leads Ion towards the couch to sit. He looks exhausted.]

[Ion will just allow himself to be led, forgetting for the moment that he should be taking better care to keep certain new parts of his anatomy covered. The moment he's sitting, however, his arms will once more return to crossing over his chest. He is shivering a little, so hopefully it doesn't look too strange!]

...yes, I'm all right. [Totally. That's why it took him until he sat down to answer.] Just rather tired... Sync and I were dropped off in the woods just outside the village. I helped him walk to the clinic.

[Thankfully, Dist's concern for Ion's safety and well-being overrides his observational skills, and his eyes aren't exactly directed toward the boy(girl?)'s chest. Instead, Dist concerns himself with overseeing Ion's health as per usual. Shivering, pale, cold...]

I see. ...You didn't have any assistance? At all? [His frown deepens, and Dist moves to drape a throw blanket over Ion, for him to keep warm and be comfortable.] Nothing else happened, did it? I'd like you to rest first and foremost, but if there's something necessary to tell me, Fon master, I do think it's prudent and beneficial to you to be honest with me.

[Meaning? Don't lie. Dist will not tolerate lies about your health, little friend.]

[Oh, a blanket is very much appreciated, and he pulls it closer around himself both for warmth and to better conceal himself. Yes, this was much better.]

No, nothing else... happened. [You know, other than learning that his Original is in Luceti and still being a little unsure in regards to how he feels about it.]

I was tired when I first woke up, but I couldn't just leave Sync there by himself. The walk back wore me out more than I thought it would. I'm sure I'll be fine after a little sleep.

[Again, Dist nods to note that he heard everything the boy said. He's tempted to make something equally warm for Ion to drink, of just fetch him some water, but later. For the moment, Dist is worried about how Ion fared in the hands of the Malnosso. He looked all right but...hn.]

Understood. I'll leave you to rest then, Fon Master. Would you like some tea before then? To help you relax. I can bring another blanket as well, if you'd like. I'm well aware of how...ill-suited you are to the cold.

[There's a moment of hesitance, but only in that Ion's still wondering if it'd be better to retreat to his room for now. But he still felt so tired... just the prospect of walking across the house seemed like too much of a trial for now. Maybe this was all right for now.]

Thank you, Dist. I think some tea would help warm me up faster. I don't want to risk catching a cold now, after all.

Indeed. I'll return in just a moment.

[And after Dist excuses him, he'll return withing the next few minutes with two steaming cups of tea (he fucking loves the microwave, let me just tell you) and offers one to Ion - the other he takes for himself. His, however, isn't as full as Ion's is. He doesn't need it, just wanted something to shoot down his own worries about the boy.]

Here you are, Fon Master.

[While Dist was gone, Ion went ahead and settled himself better on the couch, so that he could still lean up enough to drink while still leaning against the cushions.]

[When he reaches out for the cup, he has that blanket pulled up to his chest, covering it... er, at least, he thinks it's covering it. There might appear to be a random bulge towards the top... oh, but it's probably just his shirt getting bunch or something, right?]

Thank you. I was wearing a coat when I was kidnapped, but I left it with Sync so... he'd be able to keep warm when he left the clinic. [More like to hide his embarrassment.] I didn't think the walk back would be so cold...

[Sorry, Ion, but your poor attempts at covering yourself aren't going unseen by your present caretaker. Thankfully, though, Dist doesn't make the immediate connection to any, er...changes, and simply furrows his brows. What's the Fon master hiding there? If he's injured, Dist needs to know - it's not like he wouldn't easily aid the boy if he simply asked for it! And didn't he tell Ion a moment ago not to hide or lie about his health? Rrgh...]

Fon Master...you're certain you're not injured? You seem to be concentration a lot of attention to your chest. Are you in pain? Did the Malnosso harm you?

[...was he really found out so easily? Dist must have a radar for these kinds of things! Then again, he was asking if he was in pain... maybe he still hadn't noticed? Ion would much rather save them both of the embarrassment of him finding out, but... lying was harder when he felt this tired.]

Not at all. I'm just still a little cold, is all. [...] Actually, if... it's not too much trouble, could you bring me another blanket?

[Perhaps conceding that he did need some help right now would be enough get Dist to trust him that he wasn't hurt! ...which he really wasn't. He was just a lady now.]

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[Dist narrows his eyes after Ion makes his request, but doesn't say anything more than a grumbling of "very well". If the boy really didn't wish to speak of it, he can't force him to, and really doesn't want to anyway. Even so...he can't help but be concerned. Hopefully nothing is too wrong with Ion that would warrant any immediate medical assistance. He truly did just look cold and tired, so...

Dist returns after a minute or two with another blanket, and drapes it over Ion carefully and quietly. After that, though, he makes to leave.]

If you're comfortable, I'll leave you to rest now, Ion. If you require anything at all, you need but ask. Rest well.

Thank you. I should be all right with this. [And he'll just smile before nestling down into the blankets and hoping, perhaps in vain, that the effects of the kidnapping don't last much longer.]

[He'll sleep for a few hours, finding that it's rather difficult to get comfortable when your whole body feels uncomfortable. He's tossed and turned so much, one of the blankets it down on the floor, and the other looks soon to follow.]

[Will Dist come by and check on his before he catches a cold!?]

[Dist does return, to both check up on Ion and to get himself a bite of food and toss out some crumpled up work papers. Of course, he's been doing some research on matters concerning him and his immediate attention, so the waste in his bin is...fairly excessive. Perhaps burning it would be more efficient than simply tossing it. The information is relatively secretive, so--

Dist casts a glance at Ion from the corner of his eye, the movement catching his attention first. Did he not sleep well? Honestly, that boy... Dist said for him to call if he needed anything. A sleeping aid does indeed fall along those lines! Ugh, really...this is becoming most troublesome. Dist doesn't need any more stubborn people in the house. He's well to do with the ones already present.]

Fon Master, are you...all right?

[It was a little hard for him to ask for help when he was asleep. It just wasn't restful sleep. Even now, he still seemed to be dozing, his eyes closed. Though given his expression, chances are he's not having the best dream right now. Thankfully, Dist's voice is enough to pull him out of it. He cracks open his eyes and peeks up at Dist, giving only a small sleepy-sound in affirmation before starting to sit up.]

[And no, he hasn't realized yet that neither blanket was covering him. Nor that he has something worth covering there.]

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[When Dist moves closer to Ion, possibly to help with the blankets and make him a bit more comfortable (by probably telling him he should be in an actual bed) he has to pause a bit. Er, ah...aha, that was just a trick of his eyes, right? Dist blinks several times, and ignores it - purposely keeping his eyes on Ion's face. Score, the Malnosso were up to that level of nonsense again, weren't they? Rrrgh...

It's a lot harder, to hide the creeping blush spreading up the back of his neck and cheeks, as well as the growing stutter, but Dist tries. he does! This is just never something he can easily get his head around. I-It's such an invasion of...p-privacy! And so...so--something! It was just not right to alter someone's body like that! And not just because they did it to him once. x| Totally not!]

Ah...Fon Master, w-would you like to m-move to your bedroom? I'm certain you'd be f-far more comfortable!

[Ion's probably not going to help matters at all by reaching up to rub his eyes with one arm and streeeetching the other with a soft yawn. He looks back at Dist with a confused and sleepy smile. Why did his face look so red? And wow, he was stuttering a lot. Why, it's almost like he saw somethi--]

[Waitaminute.]

[DEAR LORELEI NO.]

[Ion quickly reaches down for the blankets and pulls them up higher, crossing his arms over his chest and pulling his knees up with a sharp gasp. But it's all in vain, and he knows it.]

[The temptation to hide under the blankets is overwhelming but he fights the urge.]

...you saw, didn't you?

[OH, HOD, WHY ARE YOU STRETCHING AND THE FABRIC MOVING, REVEALING THINGS, AND VJVKBHFJT--]

[Sobbing.]

I-I-I apologize, F-Fon master, I had no intentions to--I...! [He waves his hands frantically in front of him and backs away a few paces. He looks anywhere but at Ion, face a vibrant shade of red. This always seems to happen to him, whyyy? Is his luck really that bad?] I-I'm very sorry, Ion, I...I-I can leave you be if you w-w-wish! I had no idea that you've ben...ah, a-altered to this degree...I sincerely ap-p-pologize!

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