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Soda was tiring, panting. Dave struggled to steady himself and keep going, breathing raggedly. Battle hormones or no, chasing Soda down to beat the last of his strength out of him was never going to be Dave's idea of a delightful fucking time, least of all when he could barely think straight...

All right, time to fucking go. Dave waited for the right opening and then rippled with Mia's Eterna energy as Blacklight oozed out of his pores.

What the actual fuck was even happening anymore. Soda had a Substitute going, but that was about all they could tell. His head was swimming, the world tilting. Whatever. No way could Soda keep that up for long. They just had to-- "Get ready to defend!" Dave barked into the nothingness.

Well, wasn't that fucking sobering. Dave finished the last of the calzone silently as Shadow pressed closer to Soda. He picked up a mozzarella stick of his own and raised it with him. "To bullshit battle culture. We'll see how it goes." <><><><><>

Oh, great. Soda just fucking disappeared. He had a few hypotheses about how to deal with Flesh. It was kind of an interesting puzzle, almost, a bit more cerebral and scientific than just hitting them hard enough in between doing things to make the hits land harder. He could get behind that...

Shadow actually smiled back, miracle of miracles, ears perking. And then leaned into Soda's side, just to make it weird again. Maybe he was less like a kid and more like just a goddamn dog. "Yeah, well, I would say I'll miss you too, but you know. Memory wipe." Shadow's face fell, his ears...

Dave sighed, rubbing at his face. "I mean, it's not like he's evil. Some people's Shadows are running around as their 'dark impulses' or 'demon alter-egos' or whatever the fuck, but he's just..." He waved a paw vaguely at Shadow. "Pathetic," the other Mightyena suggested in a murmur. "Scared...

Shadow looked up at Soda. "I'm the part he hates." Dave snorted. "The part I hate. Right. Yeah, that about sums it up." "The part that's vulnerable. The part that feels things. The part that needs people." Dave rolled his eyes and stuffed another mozzarella stick in his mouth.

You can power them up now. You should do that. Of course Mia wanted to show off her new tricks. A strange warmth tickled his throat, lending power to his words. "Brisa, build up speed! Starr, power and agility!"

Dave waved a paw vaguely. "It was all a big thing about, you know, some shot-in-the-dark attempts to psychoanalyze why I'm not happy enough, and it's all a defense mechanism or something, and that's why I'm like this ugly flower that doesn't bloom, and sure, both flowers'll end up as piles of...

Here they were. Another pointless fight. Brisa'd eagerly implored him to practice some ridiculous new techniques, and just, what the fuck ever, why not at this point. At least she was hyped for this, and Mia was up in the stands, watching intently, having explained to last night why she should...

Heya! I read the prologue for Smeargle Swap and attempted a Gulattive: No idea if that's at all close, but I hope you enjoy! What a messed-up little monster. Mini-review to go with it: big anime vibes! Very FMA. Mostly setup and intrigue; I'm interested in the boy and his messed-up memory...

Dave sighed in exasperation. "Just won't fuck off," he grumbled. "And last time I talked to Owen he made a big flowery metaphor about why I'm a particularly trashy pile of ash, so that's how that's going." Shadow winced. "That wasn't the point." "Went to therapy, too. You know that? Fugu, the...

"My ki... oh, Mia?" Dave raised his eyebrows, shaking his head. "You'd have to ask her. Dunno if she's got any interest in staying in Telum. Hell, she's probably looking forward to finally not having any parental figures telling her what to do." He paused, looking off into the middle distance...

Dave took a deep breath and accepted the calzone, biting into it and chewing it slowly. He'd miss the X-Eye's food. You know, in the hypothetical where he wasn't about to lose all memory of it. Beside him, Shadow congealed out of the air, sidled closer to Soda, laid his head on his shoulder and...

Dave blinked. He hadn't really expected Soda to agree. Guess they were doing this fucking thing. He rolled his eyes after Maple, grabbing another mozzarella stick. "Fucking gods," he agreed. "Guardian of Telum with Flesh, huh?"

No more God Squad, huh. Small victories. At least Soda seemed happy about the idea. "By the way, uh, Soda." God, this was dumb. Why had he agreed to ask. "If you felt like warming up before we fight the Blacklight, Brisa won't shut up about this idea about getting me and Starr to fight you and...

Why was Maple looking at him? Dave looked away. "It does explain a lot, doesn't it." But really, Blacklight or no, when he'd asked Maple about Soda's story, her biggest concern had been his fucking privacy. She'd revived him after his biggest fuckup and immediately just offered him a fucking...

Dave sighed. "Look, just tell him you still trust him."

Was Soda just not going to say anything? Jesus. Dave looked at Soda and silently inclined his head towards Maple. "We will be," he said. "I mean, what do you think will happen?"