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"...Looks like a giant crystal, speaks like he's yelling, and talks about light all the time? Yeah, that's him." Oh, so there was someone else in a similar position to him. What were the odds? "Took over my mind. I could only watch as he did whatever he wanted in my body. We got separated...

"Taking care of a Cosmog with amnesia," he explained. "Cosmog look like space clouds. In our case, he evolved into a Solgaleo, and things got a bit complicated." He quickly checked both hands and sighed in relief. "That was my teammates' mission. I sort of... got my body hijacked. By this black...

"I see," Lance rubbed his head. "Don't worry about investigating, it should be fine. Everyone here seems chill enough to allow that." Lance shrugged. "And I sort of had to know, considering a mission my team had to take."

"Yeah, an arcade," Lance raised a brow, listening to Shane talk about portals and Ultra Space. It all felt familiar, even if it was a different world. The most interesting thing seemed to be that this particular Ninetales could open it by himself. "Ultra Space? That interdimensional realm? You...

"Oh, well, I was in an arcade, playing truth or dare with my friends." Lance tapped his chin and snappe his fingers. "Wait. I think I remember him, now! Asked me a truth during the game, we all left a few minutes ago, I don't think he's that far off from the arcade."

"I have no idea what those things are," Lance deadpanned, scratching his chin. "But I'll be honest in saying I don't think I saw your teammate before, with that description, it seems hard to miss."

Lance shaked his paw, flashing a smile. "Well, Shane, I'm not from here. Fell down on the forest two days ago. What about you?"

"Aura dog?" Lance just watched as the Ninetales trotted, thinking about running off, but felt like it was too late for that now. So, instead, he waved. "Well, hello. I'm Lance, it's nice to meet you." That gem caught his attention for a second, but Lance ignored it right away.

The game was fun, even if it brought back some bad memories for him and his friends. Honestly, Lance could use a break, and since he didn't think of anything else, he walked across the plaza, not bothering to look up. He checked his arms to see how they were; considering they were normal, he...

"I think I'm gonna dip out. It has been fun, but I'm tired," Brian pointed out, standing up and yawning. He glanced at his teammates, as if to ask them to join him, but none of them answered right away. Lance, still close to Kora, nodded. "I'll go home soon enough. You're free to do as you...

"Bet. I'm gonna kick your ass... if you have one." Oh. "...That came out weirdly wrong. I'm just kicking that flame off you, or something."

"Pffft. You dork." Shiron snorted, the awkwardness helping him be less sad by bringing him something else to think about. He rubbed off the tears and sighed. "Cheesiness appreciated, dork. I think... I'm a lot better now. Still sorta want to drink until I pass out, but eating until I pass out...

"It's... it's weird. But I'm glad I got here and met you, along with everyone. Things I never even thought were possible, like, like..." Shiron looked at his large, amphibian hands and a small rememberance came up: his arms, covered in bloody cuts. He shook off his head and ignored that random...

Good lord, how many times did he had this exact conversation? Why was it so hard to just accept that people cared about him? As much as they wanted to help, his being screamed that he wasn't worth it. "Guess... guess we're both loners, huh?" Shiron said, looking down, while still holding on to...

"It's... nothing. I'm used to it. Barely hurts me anymore." He lied as naturally as he breathed. His hear stung, like someone stabbed him over and over again. But even so, a small part of him found... comfort in Vix's words, so he let a few tears drop on the ground beneath them. "And I wasn't...

Ouch. He knew it was a joke, but definetely not a funny one. Shiron looked at her face and smiled, a genuine, happy smile. "It's fine. I know we're not like... close close, but I still think you're a good friend." Hopefully that would make her feel at least a little bit better. Comforting...

"I can shoot water from my body, does that count?" It didn't. Shiron whined, like a child who was denied a new toy, and simply looked at the sky above them, mesmerized. Vix had a point, and to be fair he was looking for an opportunity to talk with her. Better now than never. "...Hey, Vix. It's...

Shiron snorted. She was funnier than he remembered. Or maybe he was too drunk. It might have been both. "If that's your idea of asking someone, it's terrible. Either we go home or we just... vibe until I feel more sober?" he shrugged. "Your choice, buddy, roomie, and all that jazz."

"I'll be honest. I have no clue where I am right now, and everything's spinning..." Shiron's head seemd to move out of his control as he said so. "K-Kinda wanna have another one..."

Shiron stumbled back, falling on his rear. He blinked, tilting his head. "O-Oh, V-Vix... that's you, right?" He immediately sniffed his own, alcoholic breaht and covered his mouth, blushing in embarassment. Hopefully it would be before Vix noticed it. Or maybe he would be unlucky enough to get...