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He blinked. "You're... being serious? Why do you need live theatre right now?"

"Live theatre, you say?" Gladion laughed. "Why, just look around you! The stage is set, the first act is afoot. I only hope it's a comedy and not a tragedy." Hopefully a comedy. He was uncomfortably Viola for his taste.

Gladion blinked. He could've sworn they looked ready for a fight for a split second there. "Yeah, I think you got the wrong Team Skull. I suppose it's hardly the most original name. I doubt your Team Skull is known for acts of petty theft, tagging rich people's shit with 'Alola is Dead,' and...

Gladion laughed. "Kecleon, huh? Nice and fitting. "Anyways, I don't have to, like, pay rent or anything, do I? 'Cause I think my agreement with Team Skull has been prematurely terminated. They can't send a cheque to the Ultra Shitshow, after all."

"Oh." Gladion really didn't think there was anything in particular he wanted, at least not in the town. He didn't feel any pressing needs, and he didn't fancy a night on the town. If anything, he just wanted to avoid attention. "I guess I'd like to go anywhere I don't feel like people are...

He laughed, "Cute enough to get away with it, at least." Gladion shuffled. He was starting to feel a bit awkward. "So... Now what? If we're sticking together, you have anything you want to do?"

He let out a halfhearted laugh. "Yeah, I'll try not to catastrophize it. Just... maybe tomorrow. I'm not ready fo-" He noticed the Mew beginning to chew on his restraining helmet. "What are you doing? Does the helmet taste good or something?"

"But then that would invite... other problems." If I referred to her by name, that would invite her to refer to my by mine. But she doesn't know my name anymore, only my old one. I don't want everyone to know that. "I'll have to meet with her at some point to set some things straight. Talking...

Gladion huffed. "I appreciate the thought, but I don't think that'll be the case for us." I don't think she even knows who I am anymore. Not unless Wicke told her. "Even if she's the same, I doubt she'd recognize me anymore... Even aside from the physical part. A lot of things have happened...

Gladion grumbled. "Used to, anyways. We haven't seen each other in years. It's a long story. Maybe... another time." Another place. Not in public.

The contents of the bag were definitely human. One of the bottles was for human medication. Without asking, Gladion took it from Apoyime and scrutinized the label. It was bottle of lorazepam, with the prescription being made out to... Lillie Mohn. If she'd had this bag on her while stealing...

Gladion winced as the bag was brought close to him. It smelled, and whatever that smell was, he was having a visceral reaction to it. Adrenaline hit his brain, and his muscles tensed. He held a foretalon against his helmet. His voice stuck in his throat. "What is in that bag? Where did you get...

"Oh. Fair enough." Would people think better of them if they were together? If nothing else, it would split the scrutiny between them. "Sure. That sounds alright. Was there anywhere you wanted to go? I'd go with you."

"I don't know. They've seen you, right? And... it's not like I can run off and hide in the woods for the rest of my life." He stopped, taking a moment to consider if that was true. Maybe he could just disappear, it wasn't like there was anyone here who would miss him. He realized that, in his...

"N-no. It isn't. I'm supposed to be a human, but my partner was a Type: Null and she entered the wormhole with me." The calming energy helped take the edge off his stress. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on what to do next. "Is there anything I should do right now? Or, yeah, is there...

Gladion fell back onto his belly. Something was obscuring his vision, but he could see what looked like an unmasked Null looking at him. Had his partner gotten her helmet off? No, this Null introduced himself as 'Nero.' Had someone thawed one of the other two? "Who are you? You look like...

The newly-minted Type: Null had fallen helmet-first towards the ground, spikes digging in and suspending his hind legs up in the air. He couldn't see himself, but he could feel that something was very, very wrong with him. Then, he heard someone asking if he was okay? "Do I look okay? Because I...

"Yeah. Okay..." She needed some food, so she just acted like she understood. Once the self-awareness stopping her from walking normally wore off, she departed for the cafe. <><><><><>

Even if she tried not to show it, Lillie's inside reaction was much like Mew's. It was strange seeing at Type: Full in action. "I don't think I want that... I'll stick to being solid for now."