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IC CONTACT





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[winddaughter]

[That would be the most embarrassing thing, really. And she'd make fun of him about it forever. And also be extremely horrified.]

Um... [She squints at the ceiling as she maps it out in her head.] I think so? [They really needed a teleporting 101, thanks Sael.]

[coolerjunpei]

[He'll try his best to keep the bagel and his feeble noodle body separate, okay!! Doing his best with the directions they've been given, or the complete lack thereof. "Think really hard and it happens"... It's no wonder he's had to mentally reconfigure it as SHIFT Lite.]

Do we need to link arms and sing a song first? [flatly, he says this, like it's not laughable at all.] Maybe that's the secret.

[winddaughter]

[Don't temp her, she will.

Never mind, too late, she's twirling around, juice still in one hand, and linking arms, mildly singing under her breath.] Phasin' around, heading down town~

[Poof. She's gone.

...And halfway across town from where she's supposed to be. At least no one saw her. And she's oddly closer to the Market District. Whoops. She sighs and takes out her phone to text him.]

Not dead. Made it back. Still have my juice! Totally overshot my destination. ...Have a good day, I guess?

[coolerjunpei]

[Yeah, this was definitely the best plan. Junpei doesn't sing, himself, the hypocrite - and maybe that's why she once again manages to pop out of there before he does. He has no reason to hang around, so he and his bagel are back on the ground and bumping unceremoniously into a tree - he planned this well - when he gets her text.]

we both lived. see you later.

[Like when he gets bullied into bringing milk over, but that will be a fun surprise.]