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[OPEN] I want to know, can you show me
WHO:"Sakura", "Shinji", "Akiren", "Futaba" & you!
WHERE: All throughout Recolle, but most definitely some of these people's houses at some point or another!
WHEN: First half of August!
WHAT: Body-swap catch-all!! Because apparently Xiaolang's soul can't stay put in it's own body for more than a day, gg there child
WARNINGS: None that I can think of? Aside from the Aggressive Shoujo Fluff that occurs whenever Sakura's involved, anyway
i) August 6-7 (Sakura)
a)
[Something definitely wasn't right here, but in his half-asleep state, Xiaolang just couldn't tell what.
His rest had been pleasant enough, dreams happy and sweet, thanks to going to Rainbowland a day or so prior. But there were certain things that were stirring him into wakefulness-- there was the softer quality of the pillows, odd in comparison to the firm ones he owned, and the lack of two certain furry bodies in his bed, who he'd gotten accustomed to sleeping around. And then there was the bear in his arms, less fluffy than normal, feeling as if it was lacking something very important...
The growing ache in his temples is enough to bring him awake fully, and for a moment, he wonders if he's still dreaming. There couldn't be any other explanation to why he was suddenly in Sakura's room, laying in her bed, dressed in very different pajamas than he went to bed with. Unless...
It takes a second to fight past the disorientation before he tosses his legs over the mattress, darting to where she might have a mirror in her room. The realization is quick to set in as he observes the face staring back at him, very much familiar but definitely not his own.]
EEEEEHHHHH?!!
[If that yell alone-- loud enough to possibly rouse any of her brothers, if they weren't already awake-- wasn't enough to clue them in, the fact that "Sakura" was already up and dashing around this early in the morning would have cinched it. Hopefully none of them stopped him before he got out the door, because he really wasn't sure how to explain any of this. Especially since he didn't bother to change out of her pajamas before he left, either...
Once he finds some private space, he fishes out the key and cards he managed to smuggle out of the house, desperately trying to remember the incantation she used to activate it. Calling his apartment would be easiest, but he didn't want to break into her phone out of respect for her privacy. No, for now, he had to get there in person, and given his attire plus the distance of their houses, there was only one option.
After a few failed attempts, he finally manages to get Fly to activate... which then leaves the task of trying to navigate it. Easier said than done, as anyone looking up at just the right moment in Tisse, Viea Village, or parts of Birch Hills may hear a pajama-clad young girl shrieking as she's struggling to stay aloft on what appears to be a winged staff, seconds from pitching to the ground (Or possibly right on top of you??).]
W-WATCH OUT--!!
b)
[Once Xiaolang manages to track down Sakura (and subsequently, his body), and gets things in some sort of order, the next logical course of action is to go about things like normal... or as normal as they can get it, anyway. They both had their responsibilities, after all, ones that weren't about to take 'I accidentally swapped bodies with the person I'm dating' as an excuse.
So here Xiaolang was, manning the counter at The Confectionary, trying to fight the blush off his face as he shifts uncomfortably in his work uniform. The fact that this was Sakura wearing the cutesy dress and not actually him was a small comfort, but after his previous headaches with dresses the past few months, he really did not want to be stuck in one again. Still, he wasn't about to jeopardize Sakura's job with his hang-ups, and while he was still fairly awkward when dealing with strangers, he was going to power through!! For her sake!! So anyone stepping into the cupcake shop during the afternoon is going to be faced with a very determined, very serious looking "Sakura", putting all his energy into greeting the new customer.]
G-GOOD AFTERNOON!!
WH... WHAT CAN I GET YOU TODAY?
[VOLUME, CHILD--]
ii) August 8-9 (Shinji)
[After swapping back with Sakura on the 7th, Xiaolang had thought his ordeal with all of this was finally over.
Alas, it was only the beginning.
There was an odd sense of deja vu as he wakes up on the morning of the 8th-- different bed, lack of dogs, and this time a lack of bear, too-- but this time around, he's completely lost to where he is. With Sakura, at least he had been in her room before, so it wasn't nearly as jarring, but this... this was most definitely unsettling. Finding out who he wound up swapping with wasn't any better, either. He knew Shinji, but wasn't particularly close to him, so he had no idea what would constitute as normal for him and what wouldn't. It didn't help that his parents were NPCs, either-- he remembered the other boy mentioning at least that much, so there was no way for him to explain the situation to them.
No, he had to get out and either find his body, or get to Hong Kong House and let them know what was going on. But trying to run there had made him winded fairly quickly (was this what it was like to be old??), and he didn't know how to drive a normal car, so that clearly left him with the most responsible choice: The Shinji Tank.
And while controlling it was easier in some ways than Sakura's staff, there was still a learning curve behind it, causing him to accidentally ram it into whatever tree, bush, or other vehicle was in his way as he drives it through the streets of the city. But he was pointedly avoiding the damage for now, focusing instead on whoever he can grab the attention of, face set in a fierce mask as he shouts:]
Have you seen a fourteen year old Chinese boy around here?
[THAT'S REAL DESCRIPTIVE, XIAOLANG]
iii) August 13-14 (Akiren)
a)
[After enduring a less than pleasant swap with Mio on Friday and Saturday, he was absolutely relieved to have nothing strange happen to him on Sunday. Maybe it was finally, finally done with. After all, he already switched bodies three times this week, so there had to be a limit to this, right?
Ha ha. Yeah, nice try.
Maybe it was a small relief that he woke up in an actual bedroom and not a ward this time around, in a man's body no less, but it didn't make things any less confusing. He barely recognized the face that stared back at him when he checked in the mirror, only vaguely remembering him from a few conversations on the network. His name was... Ren? Probably? Everything around him was slightly out of focus, so he couldn't really tell.
He barely knew the sort of life Ren lead-- did he live with his parents, still? His friends? Were they NPCs, or actually Retrospec users? He wasn't sure if he wanted to stick around and find out, because it was going to be INCREDIBLY obvious to anyone there that he wasn't who he was supposed to be. Quietly, oh so quietly, he's going to sneak out of Ren's room, on the look-out for any landlines within the house so he could get a call in to Hong Kong House. Surely they had one?
But before he can get any further, a small, furry, black and white thing winds it's way between his legs, startling him so much he trips and smacks into the nearest wall, wrenching a small curse from his lips. There was NO WAY that wasn't going to come off as suspicious, not one bit. ]
b)
[Anyone who frequents Catmosphere, or at least works there during the week, might find something... off with "Ren"'s behavior during his shift. It could be the blank, almost panicked look he gives to regulars who expect him to remember their fancy coffee order, or the comically furrowed brow as he very carefully tries his hand at the cat-themed latte art (Spoilers: it's not all that great, but he's Trying). It could also be how absolutely lost he looks behind the counter, trying to pin-point all of the machines and ingredients needed to put these drinks together, spending way too long assembling them-- and still possibly messing it up in one way or another. Hope you don't mind your soy latte accidentally having dairy in it, or your coffee being a touch too sweet...!
On his break, he's just... going to be sitting at one of the furthest tables, forehead resting against his steepled fingers, looking quietly frazzled. Whoever said barista AUs were easy was a goddamn liar. Stranger still, though, is that whatever kitties are coming to visit him are going to be gently rebuffed, either nudging them carefully away or picking them up not-so-expertly and placing them a small distance from where he was sitting. Weird???]
iv) August 15-16 (Futaba)
a)
[It was too much to hope for at this point to wake up in his own bed after all this time, wasn't it? And yet, he still lets out a disappointed groan once he realizes, for the upteenth time these past two weeks, he's wound up in someplace completely unfamiliar to him. How many times was Retrospec going to DO this? Was it going to be like this the entire month? But he feels his stomach drop as he studies the body he's wound up this time around, hands attempting to tame the long, sleep-messy hair, realizing with startling clarity... this girl was a stranger. An absolute stranger. Obviously, she was a Retrospec user, if they wound up switching bodies, but-- nothing about her face was familiar, nor did anything in her room clue him in to who she could possibly be (though the tech set-up was something to be envied). How could he try to pass himself off as her when he didn't even know how she acted?
If the sounds in the house were any indication, though, whoever she lived with were early risers, and so trying to find a means to sneak out or use the house phone were out. Maybe it was best to bid his time for now, acting along with this... incredibly red-headed household, waiting for his window to escape. Someone her age probably helped make breakfast in the house, so... maybe that's what he should do first? To blend in?
So anyone in the Weesley household may walk in on "Futaba" at work in the kitchen, quietly cooking together some scrambled eggs and tomato while the bread toasts. It smells... really good, actually?? Who is this child-- but "she" does glance over "her" shoulder at whoever is there, nodding to one of the tables.]
Ah-- breakfast is going to be ready soon. Eggs are okay, right?
b)
[After somehow managing to get out of the Weesley abode, with the excuse of picking up some supplies for school (she... looked like she could be a grade or two above him, so it was a decent enough reason??), "Futaba" wanders about the neighborhood, trying to puzzle out where in Recolle this huge house may be. He hadn't changed out of her sleepwear, given how... awkward that would be (especially since he didn't even KNOW her), but her hair is carefully braided so stays mostly out of his face. Everyone else Xiaolang had swapped with had shorter hair, so it wasn't so bad to manage, but with hair this length...
The first person Xiaolang spots with a phone (or, at least, anyone with some familiarity of the area) is going to be approached carefully, tapping lightly on their arm to get their attention.]
U-Um... excuse me? [His cheeks flush a bit, embarrassed to have to resort to this, but as far as he knew, this girl didn't have any abilities to help him out on this front. At least, not that he knew...]
I went out for a walk earlier, but I got lost and forgot my phone. Would it be okay to borrow yours? So I can call my family and let them know where I am? It'll be fast, I promise!
[It's not entirely a lie-- he did need to call his family, and let them know somehow where he wound up, once AGAIN, but trying to explain that much to a total stranger might be a bit awkward.]
v) Wildcard
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WHERE: All throughout Recolle, but most definitely some of these people's houses at some point or another!
WHEN: First half of August!
WHAT: Body-swap catch-all!! Because apparently Xiaolang's soul can't stay put in it's own body for more than a day, gg there child
WARNINGS: None that I can think of? Aside from the Aggressive Shoujo Fluff that occurs whenever Sakura's involved, anyway
i) August 6-7 (Sakura)
a)
[Something definitely wasn't right here, but in his half-asleep state, Xiaolang just couldn't tell what.
His rest had been pleasant enough, dreams happy and sweet, thanks to going to Rainbowland a day or so prior. But there were certain things that were stirring him into wakefulness-- there was the softer quality of the pillows, odd in comparison to the firm ones he owned, and the lack of two certain furry bodies in his bed, who he'd gotten accustomed to sleeping around. And then there was the bear in his arms, less fluffy than normal, feeling as if it was lacking something very important...
The growing ache in his temples is enough to bring him awake fully, and for a moment, he wonders if he's still dreaming. There couldn't be any other explanation to why he was suddenly in Sakura's room, laying in her bed, dressed in very different pajamas than he went to bed with. Unless...
It takes a second to fight past the disorientation before he tosses his legs over the mattress, darting to where she might have a mirror in her room. The realization is quick to set in as he observes the face staring back at him, very much familiar but definitely not his own.]
EEEEEHHHHH?!!
[If that yell alone-- loud enough to possibly rouse any of her brothers, if they weren't already awake-- wasn't enough to clue them in, the fact that "Sakura" was already up and dashing around this early in the morning would have cinched it. Hopefully none of them stopped him before he got out the door, because he really wasn't sure how to explain any of this. Especially since he didn't bother to change out of her pajamas before he left, either...
Once he finds some private space, he fishes out the key and cards he managed to smuggle out of the house, desperately trying to remember the incantation she used to activate it. Calling his apartment would be easiest, but he didn't want to break into her phone out of respect for her privacy. No, for now, he had to get there in person, and given his attire plus the distance of their houses, there was only one option.
After a few failed attempts, he finally manages to get Fly to activate... which then leaves the task of trying to navigate it. Easier said than done, as anyone looking up at just the right moment in Tisse, Viea Village, or parts of Birch Hills may hear a pajama-clad young girl shrieking as she's struggling to stay aloft on what appears to be a winged staff, seconds from pitching to the ground (Or possibly right on top of you??).]
W-WATCH OUT--!!
b)
[Once Xiaolang manages to track down Sakura (and subsequently, his body), and gets things in some sort of order, the next logical course of action is to go about things like normal... or as normal as they can get it, anyway. They both had their responsibilities, after all, ones that weren't about to take 'I accidentally swapped bodies with the person I'm dating' as an excuse.
So here Xiaolang was, manning the counter at The Confectionary, trying to fight the blush off his face as he shifts uncomfortably in his work uniform. The fact that this was Sakura wearing the cutesy dress and not actually him was a small comfort, but after his previous headaches with dresses the past few months, he really did not want to be stuck in one again. Still, he wasn't about to jeopardize Sakura's job with his hang-ups, and while he was still fairly awkward when dealing with strangers, he was going to power through!! For her sake!! So anyone stepping into the cupcake shop during the afternoon is going to be faced with a very determined, very serious looking "Sakura", putting all his energy into greeting the new customer.]
G-GOOD AFTERNOON!!
WH... WHAT CAN I GET YOU TODAY?
[VOLUME, CHILD--]
ii) August 8-9 (Shinji)
[After swapping back with Sakura on the 7th, Xiaolang had thought his ordeal with all of this was finally over.
Alas, it was only the beginning.
There was an odd sense of deja vu as he wakes up on the morning of the 8th-- different bed, lack of dogs, and this time a lack of bear, too-- but this time around, he's completely lost to where he is. With Sakura, at least he had been in her room before, so it wasn't nearly as jarring, but this... this was most definitely unsettling. Finding out who he wound up swapping with wasn't any better, either. He knew Shinji, but wasn't particularly close to him, so he had no idea what would constitute as normal for him and what wouldn't. It didn't help that his parents were NPCs, either-- he remembered the other boy mentioning at least that much, so there was no way for him to explain the situation to them.
No, he had to get out and either find his body, or get to Hong Kong House and let them know what was going on. But trying to run there had made him winded fairly quickly (was this what it was like to be old??), and he didn't know how to drive a normal car, so that clearly left him with the most responsible choice: The Shinji Tank.
And while controlling it was easier in some ways than Sakura's staff, there was still a learning curve behind it, causing him to accidentally ram it into whatever tree, bush, or other vehicle was in his way as he drives it through the streets of the city. But he was pointedly avoiding the damage for now, focusing instead on whoever he can grab the attention of, face set in a fierce mask as he shouts:]
Have you seen a fourteen year old Chinese boy around here?
[THAT'S REAL DESCRIPTIVE, XIAOLANG]
iii) August 13-14 (Akiren)
a)
[After enduring a less than pleasant swap with Mio on Friday and Saturday, he was absolutely relieved to have nothing strange happen to him on Sunday. Maybe it was finally, finally done with. After all, he already switched bodies three times this week, so there had to be a limit to this, right?
Ha ha. Yeah, nice try.
Maybe it was a small relief that he woke up in an actual bedroom and not a ward this time around, in a man's body no less, but it didn't make things any less confusing. He barely recognized the face that stared back at him when he checked in the mirror, only vaguely remembering him from a few conversations on the network. His name was... Ren? Probably? Everything around him was slightly out of focus, so he couldn't really tell.
He barely knew the sort of life Ren lead-- did he live with his parents, still? His friends? Were they NPCs, or actually Retrospec users? He wasn't sure if he wanted to stick around and find out, because it was going to be INCREDIBLY obvious to anyone there that he wasn't who he was supposed to be. Quietly, oh so quietly, he's going to sneak out of Ren's room, on the look-out for any landlines within the house so he could get a call in to Hong Kong House. Surely they had one?
But before he can get any further, a small, furry, black and white thing winds it's way between his legs, startling him so much he trips and smacks into the nearest wall, wrenching a small curse from his lips. There was NO WAY that wasn't going to come off as suspicious, not one bit. ]
b)
[Anyone who frequents Catmosphere, or at least works there during the week, might find something... off with "Ren"'s behavior during his shift. It could be the blank, almost panicked look he gives to regulars who expect him to remember their fancy coffee order, or the comically furrowed brow as he very carefully tries his hand at the cat-themed latte art (Spoilers: it's not all that great, but he's Trying). It could also be how absolutely lost he looks behind the counter, trying to pin-point all of the machines and ingredients needed to put these drinks together, spending way too long assembling them-- and still possibly messing it up in one way or another. Hope you don't mind your soy latte accidentally having dairy in it, or your coffee being a touch too sweet...!
On his break, he's just... going to be sitting at one of the furthest tables, forehead resting against his steepled fingers, looking quietly frazzled. Whoever said barista AUs were easy was a goddamn liar. Stranger still, though, is that whatever kitties are coming to visit him are going to be gently rebuffed, either nudging them carefully away or picking them up not-so-expertly and placing them a small distance from where he was sitting. Weird???]
iv) August 15-16 (Futaba)
a)
[It was too much to hope for at this point to wake up in his own bed after all this time, wasn't it? And yet, he still lets out a disappointed groan once he realizes, for the upteenth time these past two weeks, he's wound up in someplace completely unfamiliar to him. How many times was Retrospec going to DO this? Was it going to be like this the entire month? But he feels his stomach drop as he studies the body he's wound up this time around, hands attempting to tame the long, sleep-messy hair, realizing with startling clarity... this girl was a stranger. An absolute stranger. Obviously, she was a Retrospec user, if they wound up switching bodies, but-- nothing about her face was familiar, nor did anything in her room clue him in to who she could possibly be (though the tech set-up was something to be envied). How could he try to pass himself off as her when he didn't even know how she acted?
If the sounds in the house were any indication, though, whoever she lived with were early risers, and so trying to find a means to sneak out or use the house phone were out. Maybe it was best to bid his time for now, acting along with this... incredibly red-headed household, waiting for his window to escape. Someone her age probably helped make breakfast in the house, so... maybe that's what he should do first? To blend in?
So anyone in the Weesley household may walk in on "Futaba" at work in the kitchen, quietly cooking together some scrambled eggs and tomato while the bread toasts. It smells... really good, actually?? Who is this child-- but "she" does glance over "her" shoulder at whoever is there, nodding to one of the tables.]
Ah-- breakfast is going to be ready soon. Eggs are okay, right?
b)
[After somehow managing to get out of the Weesley abode, with the excuse of picking up some supplies for school (she... looked like she could be a grade or two above him, so it was a decent enough reason??), "Futaba" wanders about the neighborhood, trying to puzzle out where in Recolle this huge house may be. He hadn't changed out of her sleepwear, given how... awkward that would be (especially since he didn't even KNOW her), but her hair is carefully braided so stays mostly out of his face. Everyone else Xiaolang had swapped with had shorter hair, so it wasn't so bad to manage, but with hair this length...
The first person Xiaolang spots with a phone (or, at least, anyone with some familiarity of the area) is going to be approached carefully, tapping lightly on their arm to get their attention.]
U-Um... excuse me? [His cheeks flush a bit, embarrassed to have to resort to this, but as far as he knew, this girl didn't have any abilities to help him out on this front. At least, not that he knew...]
I went out for a walk earlier, but I got lost and forgot my phone. Would it be okay to borrow yours? So I can call my family and let them know where I am? It'll be fast, I promise!
[It's not entirely a lie-- he did need to call his family, and let them know somehow where he wound up, once AGAIN, but trying to explain that much to a total stranger might be a bit awkward.]
v) Wildcard
[HIT ME WITH WHATEVER SHENANIGANS/PROMPTS THAT YOU WANT TO PLAY OUT!! These are just... basic ideas for the time being, and there's so much that I can't cover with just these, okay--
Feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk @
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.... not that Xiaolang is doing much better either, what with his... rampant property destruction with someone else's vehicle, but that was besides the point!! He only rammed into it lightly, anyway!
No. No he didn'tHe has to shout louder to make himself heard over the car alarms, scrambling over the top of the tank to make his way down.]
YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE WHILE YOU'RE IN MY BODY!!
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I'll watch my language when you watch where you're driving my tank!
[Is he going to have to go to court? Is he going to have to explain this to his parents??
It's hard to hear over the car alarms, but luckily Shinji is a master of yelling.]
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For a normally quiet boy, though, Xiaolang is very good at projecting himself, his voice-- or Shinji's, even-- his voice more than enough to carry over the noise.]
It's not like I'm doing this on purpose!! Your tank is just stupid and hard to control--!
[But you know what else is hard to control? A body that's easily a foot taller than what you're used to!! And Xiaolang is learning that the hard way as one of his feet overshoots one of the footholds and he fumbles off of the tank, crashing to the ground. THANKFULLY HE WASN'T TOO HIGH UP, but gg child, nice job.]
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Dumb kid... Hey, are you okay?
[Xiaolang may be a dumb kid, but Shinji is still obligated to check on him, if only to figure out if he's injured Shinji's body.
As he hurries over to Xiaolang's side, he shouts at the crowd-]
Hey, stop recording this! Sharing video of a minor getting injured is illegal, you know! What, do you work for snuff films companies?! I'll call the cops!
[He doesn't know if it's actually illegal, but getting yelled at by a child (who for some reason knows what snuff films are) and having the cops threatened gets most of the people who were recording to decide it isn't worth it.]
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But he somehow rights himself into a sitting position by the time "Xiaolang" makes his way over, and he's rubbing at his arm a little, wincing. There weren't any serious injuries, but there was definitely some bruises and minor scrapes for Shinji to deal with when they finally swapped back.]
... I'm fine.
[He'll have to address that 'dumb kid' comment at some point, but there were more important matters at stake.]
But I wouldn't be in this predicament if you just stayed at the apartment. Why did you go and leave in the first place?!
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[Minor scrapes could be worse. If Shinji switched back with a broken arm or something, that would be a pain and a half.]
Because I went back to my house to find you! But you'd already left when I got there!
[So they've been missing each other for who knows how long.]
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Your parents don't even have the app--! How was I supposed to explain things to them if something seemed off?! At least my family knows what's going on!
[TO A DEGREE, OF COURSE.... they probably didn't expect him to swap bodies so soon after getting out of Sakura's.]
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[Of course it was Yakety Sax. What else?]
How was I supposed to know that your family had the app?!
[He's not super familiar with Xiaolang's family situation, so from his perspective, he had just as much reason to get out of there as Xiaolang did.]
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[... of course, Sakura just swapped with Li-Na this morning, so it was entirely possible she had left the house before anyone else noticed. But he doesn't know that yet??]
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I didn't see anyone like that!!
[Shinji will helpfully inform him!]
And contacts exist, you know!
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except joke's on him, they totally do, when the first part of that brings him up short. It was a Wednesday, so... did Li-Na have a shift at Expressive today? But it probably didn't start until later...]You really didn't see anyone like that when you woke up this morning?
[There's a touch of concern in his voice now, lowering it a bit.]
What time did you get up? Seven? Eight?
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[Today Xiaolang learns about many things. Costume contacts, snuff films...]
Eight thirty. [If he doesn't have to get up earlier in the summer, he won't.] Didn't see her at all.
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also he looks just a bit judgmental at that answer, because:]
Eight-thirty? That late? [Xiaolang shut the fuck up and sleep in like a normal child why don't you] And she didn't even try to wake you up?
[There's a huff of a sigh as he comes to some sort of internal decision, and then--]
... come on. We're going to Expressive. She might be covering a shift there today or something.
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It's summer! I can sleep in a little if I want!
[when will Xiaolang act more like a child than the teenager]
It's probably fine.
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Not in my body, you shouldn't. I'd rather not have my sleep cycles messed up when I get back into it.
[As if his sleep cycles weren't already wonky thanks to his underlying stress with Mio, but-- he shoots Shinji a Look at his blase comment, though, before reaching out to grab his wrist.]
And it's not fine. My sister deserves to know what she's dealing with for a second day in a row. I don't even think she knows you.
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[Getting pulled along, why is this kid so small...]
You can tell her when she gets home from work? I'm just saying there's nothing to panic about.
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I'm not waiting that long to do that! I don't even know how I swapped back with Sakura yesterday, so I have no clue how long we're going to be stuck for!
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...you had one of these just yesterday?
[Guess who hasn't had any of these swaps before this, it's Shinji! Xiaolang is super unlucky.]
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Y... Yeah. It's not like I wanted it to happen, though! It just... did.
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You've got the worst luck.
[This is Shinji's only swap so... w e l p.]
And you had to be a girl too?