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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.))

Comments

...Sync

[thinglike]

Oh! Hi, Florian! How are you today?

[Cheagles flying around by flapping their ears is such a normal sight, right? And what a coincidence! He had just been on his way to go see Florian, even though the rain is really bad. He has to practice his Mieu Wings because he has actual wings now, and that feels weirder.

If Sync's jacket has a hood, he just thinks it's his face. If he doesn't, well, he's just assuming Florian cut his hair. That definitely isn't Sync, after all.]

.....you poor soul.

[trashed]

[Florian. There was that name again. The replibros that never stopped coming. Just wait until he finds out Original's here--

A normal sight, maybe, if Sync wasn't trying to ignore it. He wants to get out of the rain, and find somewhere to sulk...

Was that so bad?

Also no, Sync doesn't have a hood on this jacket. Because this way it makes him even more miserable...]

I'm not Florian. Go away.

[This is your warning, Cheagle.]

sarah made me do it

[thinglike]

[Give his tiny Cheagle brain a second to process this complex information.]

Oh...you're right, you're not Florian. You just kind of look like him.

[And what would that mean? Someone who looks like Florian, who looks Ion, but who isn't Ion?

...and then, suddenly, Mieu is glad he's still just flying there.]

You're not Florian! You're Sync! What are you doing here?

sarah...

[trashed]

[They all look alike, he's come to find out. UGH.

Brb dying his hair--]

Took you long enough. [He'll probably move forward to try to swat Mieu out of the air, just because he's so annoying. But Luke and his band of merry men were all stupidly annoying.] How should I know?! It's not like I want to be here!

[thinglike]

[So swattable. Just going to hit the ground over here and pick his ring back up. He's going to get muddy at this rate, and then he's going to need a bath...but most importantly, Sync.

He looks up at Sync, shaking just a little and backing up a bit.]

Mieuuu...I think someone told me you were here, but I can't remember.

[trashed]

[Yeah, you better shake be shaking, Mieu. He's in a foul mood enough as it is...

He takes a step forward. Run little Cheagle, run!]

You think? That's something new. [He's taking another step forward...] How about you think a little more next time before you mistake me for one of them again?

[thinglike]

[Fly, Mieu, fly! Which is exactly what he does. He's going to fly a bit higher than he was before, hoping maybe that will help him, even though flapping his ears in the rain is tiring.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mieuuu...please don't hurt me. I won't get it wrong again.

[trashed]

[If Sync really wanted to, he would swat him out of the air again. But then again, messing too much with one of these idiots would just mean that he'd hear from the rest of them later.]

Or what? [But then he decides he...doesn't care much right now.] Why would I want to listen to a little Cheagle? How do I know you won't do it again?

[thinglike]

[Mieu is very much aware of his possible imminent death, but he's also too worried to just fly off and ignore Sync, too. So he flaps in the rain, looking down at that one guy who's supposed to be dead.

...but he looks different, too?]

Or...I'll tell someone! [Definitely a scary threat.] And you know I won't get it wrong because I just told you I wouldn't. Didn't you hear that part?

[trashed]

[It'd probably be in his best interests if he fled, because the voice is probably more annoying than the actual things he's saying.]

So scary. What're they going to do that they haven't done before? [Aka: KILLING HIM.] Yeah, but people break their word all the time. I'll ask you again...how do I know you won't?

[thinglike]

[Probably, yes, but being stricken down from behind is scary, too. So he flaps a little harder. "Mieuuu!" He's really high up now. At least, in Cheagle perspectives.]

I don't know! I promise I won't ever make the mistake again, or...or...I'll never eat grass again!

[trashed]

...You'll never eat grass again? Stupid.

[He takes another step forward.] Especially with what I'd do with you if you do.

[thinglike]

Mieuuu...I really meant it...[Sob. This Cheagle is getting cold from the rain.] I only thought you were Florian because I forgot you were here.

[trashed]

Then you better not forget again.

[he's getting cold too, but he'd rather not show it.] But I'm just repeating myself. I'll let you off this once, but if you do it again you'll be sorry.

Go away.

[Now that his anger was subsiding a little, he realized that the longer he interacted with Mieu, the more likely he would find out about his...predicament.

Oops.]

[thinglike]

O-okay. Thank you, I'll never do it again, Sync.

[And he's going to fly away now...except not. He stops and turns around.]

You should probably be inside, though, you sound really different when you talk. You might be getting sick.

[And he's just. Going to turn back around. And hopefully fly away.]

[trashed]

[Ugh, thank yous. It made him feel as if he did something nice.

So between that and the comment about his voice, his temper flares yet again.]

Just go away!!

[And he might be picking up a rock and throwing it at Mieu. Sorry about that...]