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"Trust me, there's no way you can be a bigger embarrassment than that fucking Zangoose. Come on." And if Soul still didn't want to go, well, on her own head be it. Dave led the way out, Mia following on his heels. <><><><><>

Well, that worked out. Apparently. "Yeah, think we might head back either way." He was about to turn around and just take Mia back, his job done, but hesitated, looking back at the quivering Soul. He sighed. "Look, the world's pretty big and all, sure, but it's just a party. There's some people...

Dave looked between Celeste and the shade. "Yeah, uh, she's been able to talk the whole time, apparently. Just hoping you didn't find out. So much for that, I guess."

Mia considered that for a moment but then shrugged, apparently satisfied. They hadn't really had to tell her she should absolutely not try to hug anyone; it had been abundantly clear she saw no point in that sort of thing long before her scythes started to grow in. He'd mentioned it once, when...

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Right." They really were psychic, huh. Wait, was Mia psychic now? He... was going to have to talk to her about that later. "He shouldn't give hugs," said Mia. "He's quadrupedal and also has very big claws. He'd fall over or hurt them. Or both."

"Huh. Who else is staying here?"

Dave smirked. "Well, yeah, it's big. Fun fact, it's probably a whole lot bigger than you think." "How did you learn to speak, if you only have a few days of memories?" Mia was asking, at the same time. "Look, if you really want to keep pretending you can't talk, be my guest, but I'm not going...

Mia was unfazed. “That just means you’re like a baby that grew up very fast. The other me was a bit like that.”

Dave gave Soul a skeptical look. “Look, this all sounds like some wishy-washy metaphysical bullshit to me. What the fuck do you mean, you’re empty? Here you are talking to me and wringing your hands about talking to Celeste because you might fuck it up and moping about your identity issues, and...

Dealing with a blob's identity crisis was not something Dave had been preparing for. "Well, uh... if you want to pick a name, you can just do that?" He hoped to God the shade wouldn't ask for help. "Look, what does it even mean to not have an identity? I mean, okay, you don't have a name but who...

"Welcome to social interaction, bud. You can just live under a fucking rock and never talk to anyone, but if you want to do anything interesting in life it's going to have to involve other people, like it or not." Mia stopped. "I can make the same sounds the other me can. Is there another you...

Dave blinked. Mia narrowed her eyes. "That is weird. I shouldn't be able to talk." "You're in magic talking Pokémon land, Mia, just go with it. I mean, I'm a fucking Poochyena, since when do they have human vocal cords?" She frowned, dissatisfied. She started to make weird noises, testing her...

Dave jumped at the actual audible word. "Wait, what? You can talk?" Mia cocked her head. "How it it making words? It's a blob. It doesn't have vocal cords."

Huh. So not dead. Could react to stimuli. That was something. He looked up at the beep of the badge; no sooner had Celeste looked at it than he made excuses and left. He seemed all too happy to not even be present for this. Whatever. Dave squinted at the blob again. "Okay. Do you understand me...

Dave looked at the formless black blob with a rock in the middle. Fuck. It did look kind of dead. "Huh. Well..." He stepped into the room, Mia following after him. He examined the blob. Black, half-liquid. It had hatched, though. Why would it do that at all if it wasn't 'stimulated' enough to...