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Really, had it already been six minutes? And her arm was still tingling? This wasn't just bullshit, it felt rigged. "I...guess I'm walking," she replied. "Good choice. I'll lead the way." As Enora spoke, Odile came fluttering back down to land on the grass before them...

Even with blurred vision, she could tell that this 'comforting' thing wasn't Kimiko's forte either. Though, maybe it wasn't what she was doing, or what she was saying--more how she was saying it. A little strained, a little panicked. Odette wouldn't fault her for that; she'd just tossed a great...

That outburst had not been lost on her. She'd merely flinched, but couldn't get herself to stop talking. Somewhere in the back of her crowded mind, she told herself she was in for a tongue lashing later. That was the least of her concerns. She shook her head. "I...I have no idea. Preoccupied...

Odette had taken to settling her head between her knees, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to let the cream do it's thing, like it always did. However, she quite nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard somebody call out to her. In a moment of pure urge to fight, she shot up, and...

She wasn't sure where the fuck she was trying to run to. She just knew it needed to not be at the cove. The effects of the Heal Bell were wearing off faster than she was anticipating it to. Just what the fuck even was that flame? Why was it making her own burn have a fucking meltdown like...

She felt a pang of guilt, hearing how Hazel could no longer speak with her coherently. But...somehow, there was a part of her that understood. Even as the giant lug put a talon over her heart, she felt like she knew what was being said. There was some comfort in there. But it still didn't...

It happened as slow and peacefully as the initial swap had. First she was there, then she wasn’t, and then all was normal. Back in her body, where she shouldn’t have left in the first place. It was relief for a quick second, before she felt hot pin pricks running up her scarred arm. They...

Hazette had never wanted to be able to speak out loud more in her entire life. First Hazel, as her, going off about blowing his brains out, then the better Wes basically taking the fucking words right out of her mouth. She wished she could add the cherry on top, with how much anger was building...

Gods. Hazette wasn't sure if that was actually Hazel, or if it was Hazel's emotions being channeled into the absolute anger engrained into that tiny body, but those were some choice words. Much more tame than what she would have said, but choice nonetheless. Fuck, had she tainted this poor...

Holy shit. Holy shit. The bullet hit him. It hit the Espeon. No, no, no, no, no. How many people am I going to fucking shoot? No, no, no... But, it wasn't her. Hazel was the one who'd taken the shot, so really-- No. It was her gun. Her body. Her muscle memory. She would not, under any...

Another shaky exhale, and she forced herself to nod some more. "Like I said. Y...your heart was in the right place. You just need to be careful." She was ready to go. She needed to lay down.

Odette began shaking her head. "D...did you think that was a tranq?" She exhaled shakily. "N-no. You didn't do anything wrong. Your heart was in the right place, I know what you wanted t do." Her words were firing out as fast as the bullet that had just been shot. "It-it...my fault. It's my...

Hazette shrugged her big shoulders. "It's not for everyone. My boyfriend falls asleep during ballet recitals, so I get it." Now it seemed that among all of this swapping bullshit, the psychotic Wes swapped into an Espeon. And was causing problems. Again. As an Espeon. Carrying a knife...

Hazette began to clap her hands...or she supposed talons together. "That was actually very good for your first try and no instruction," she praised. "I'm very proud of you. You're quite good at this. Was there any particular move that you've seen before that you would like to try?"

Hazel's giggle made her giggle. "I promise, it's part of it. The move you would do with that is to start standing up, then slide your legs out until you fell into that split. Like I said, very fun." She thought for a bit. "Or, you could do a grand jete. Not the same movement, but it's a kind of...

Now Hazette simply looked...proud. She'd never considered taking up dance instruction; she had far too little patience for it. She could barely handle herself when she kept fucking up her own moves, but imagine if it were somebody else? No thanks. Anger issues and teaching did not mix well...

She nodded in approval as she watched Hazette execute the movement. “I would hope it does,” she said. “I’ve been dancing for a long time. Now try third position. You’re gonna step that right in front of the left now. Just slightly. Toes are going to stay pointed. Then, keep your right arm...

Thank gods, she seemed to understand. Odette nodded happily, though she kept her movements small to assure the helmet didn't cause additional problems. "Well, let's start with basics," she said. "You'd want to learn positions. Stand straight and put your heels together. Make sure your toes are...

In some sense, she tried to urge this new form to smile. However possible. She wasn't even sure if she figured out where the lips were. "Yeah," she agreed, hoping Hazel would understand so she didn't have to type it out. "Sometimes it's okay to let it all out. I would know." It was true, this...

Gods, if Odette had access to her fucking fists right now… Tap, tap, tap.