maybe i'll be able to decide once we meet in person.
i'm still working on glitching large objects with me and going longer distances but if you're built like me, i don't think it'll be too hard to take you, too. you won't get sick, or at least i don't think so?
i mostly just get kind of cold. it's something screwy with my particles or something.
( he'll forego the part about where he usually likes to cuddle until he feels normal again. )
i don't know if it's magic that lets me glitch, but maybe you're the boost i need to glitch even easier. i don't really believe in stuff like this, but maybe we were supposed to meet, puppy.
can you send me a picture of where you are right now? it's harder for me to glitch places i've never been, but if i can visualize it, i can make it work. we can talk about doing whatever else when i get there.
we have the same face too! maybe it's really meant to be!
[ puppy sends a pic of the view from his apartment, which is exceedingly swanky and ridiculous. there's another picture too, but it's clearly ganked off google; it's the facade of the building he lives in. ]
i'm just home. waiting for himchan to come back, but he can wait for me too. let's go already!
( even if he doesn't want to make whoever this himchan is wait, but. sometimes you have to trust your gut and be rude to someone you don't know in order to meet your doppelgänger.
vida thinks this apartment of puppy's looks awfully fancy, especially compared to his dorm room at school or the cramped bedrooms of the orphanages he grew up in. he conjures that image up in his mind, closes his eyes, focuses hard and — lets go.
the air might distort or it might not, images pixelated but only briefly, so fast it might just be a trick of the eye, but then there's an absolutely identical, puppy-shaped boy with wide eyes kind of gaping at him because — because he can't help it, because it's weird. and vida doesn't like feeling caught off guard, let alone expressing it, so he swallows it down very quickly. )
[ puppy exclaims as he explodes into a flurry of actions, getting up from where he's seated on the couch and touching and prodding vida all over. he even pinches the other's cheeks, almost painfully hard the way puppy does it, and ruffles the other's hair into a mess.
puppy's enthusiasm is bright and sincere, and maybe a little too touchy-feely for comfort. ]
( it's not that vida's opposed to touch, but — he's not all that used to it, standing a little rigidly as puppy pokes and prods and tugs at him, but he lets him do what he wants anyway. even through his mild discomfort, he still has it in him to chide: ) I told you.
( he keeps his expression schooled into something fairly neutral even as about a thousand thoughts race through his mind, faster than his glitching takes, even if he looks a little stoic with his mouth drawn into a straight line, brow furrowed as his eyes scan over puppy's features. despite going to a school full of people with magnificent, unbelievable powers, he can't help but want to stay skeptical despite what's plain before his very eyes.
except. his furrowed brow deepens. ) We're the same height, silly.
That's not what I mean. I meant between the legs, are you the same size as me.
[if puppy is too honest and too frank, well, no one ever told him to be anything but, which is why he's asking his questions with such unrestrained openness. puppy at least gives vida some reprieve from being manhandled by stepping back and folding his hands behind him, but the open questioning expression on puppy's face clearly communicates an expectation.
( and his eyebrows rocket upwards despite how hard vida tries not to react. he always considered himself to be a fairly blunt person, but it seems like he's officially met his match (and then some) in puppy — go figure. either way, this isn't really a subject that vida would contemplate breaching.
and yet: ) I don't know. I haven't seen your penis. And — no, that's not an invitation.
( which is apparently the end of that, because he pauses, before asking: ) Do you want to go to the café?
[puppy holds out his hands to vida, expecting for something to happen. he'd been talking about teleportation and stuff earlier, wasn't he? puppy just stands there, hands outstretched, waiting for vida to do something.]
( there's a soft sigh as vida reaches out to take puppy's hands, fingers interlinking, and he's quietly amazed by how perfectly they fit together — even though it should be a given. )
Okay, so you're going to have to help a little since I've never been to this place. And I can't promise that it's going to work, but we'll try. Just think about what it looks like inside — picture every part of it. Picture the door, the entrance, maybe even picture the street that it's on. Just concentrate.
( and that's all vida can say, really, because he hasn't had too much success with glitching more than just himself — and because he's more than a little skeptical about puppy's magic. but either way, vida simply blinks and ...
they're glitching. it's an incredibly fast thing, a little unsettling when vida first started discovering he could do it when he was little, feeling like every particle in his body was being snatched away one by one by one until he was nothing and then — something again, somewhere else, entirely in tact.
he can hear the sound of a cat meowing before he even opens his eyes. )
[they're at the cafe. the cats' moods are immediately clear to puppy, their cacophony of cries and purrs communicating clearly in the relative silence of the room, and puppy finds some sort of relief in the fact that they've appeared into the room when it's mostly empty. the cats won't tell on them, after all - even if a good portion are annoyed at being surprised by puppy's and vida's sudden appearance.
( vida blinks his eyes open blearily, slowly but surely taking in the sights and sounds of the cats all around them, and then — settling back on the boy before him, bright-eyed and excited and still very much the exact fucking same as him (if vida knew how to make his face stretch into such a wide, happy smile, maybe).
he might try to manage a smile, just a small upwards quirk of the corners of his mouth, even if it doesn't quite reach his eyes; he's still proud of himself for getting them both here. a shiver passes through him as if to remind him that his powers still have their limits, and it makes vida shake his head, almost fondly. )
No. I already used too much energy.
( and doing so got them here with all of their limbs in tact, thank you very much. vida may or may not take the initiative to snatch puppy's wrist with cold fingers, tug him towards a cushy sofa where an oversized, fluffy black cat bolts the moment vida flops down on the cushions, looking spent. )
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and some people like being ordered around, and i'm good at that too.
we can go shopping after! you'll have to drive though, i don't know how to. but snow has the car keys... whatever, we can rent a car.
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the second, well ... maybe.
i don't have a driver's license either, but i don't need one. i can get us where we need to be.
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how are we getting to the shops then? i don't like walking.
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i can teleport? or something like that, i guess.
i call it glitching.
i can't really accept that you're cuter considering we're identical.
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and i'm cuter. just accept it. if you were cuter you'd have more free things.
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i'm still working on glitching large objects with me and going longer distances but if you're built like me, i don't think it'll be too hard to take you, too. you won't get sick, or at least i don't think so?
i mostly just get kind of cold. it's something screwy with my particles or something.
( he'll forego the part about where he usually likes to cuddle until he feels normal again. )
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i have magic, so i can help. if your magic is weak maybe i can lend some of mine? and then you can be stronger, and we'll have a safer trip together!
i'll warm you. i can be very warm. we can play afterwards too if you want?
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i don't really believe in stuff like this, but maybe we were supposed to meet, puppy.
can you send me a picture of where you are right now?
it's harder for me to glitch places i've never been, but if i can visualize it, i can make it work.
we can talk about doing whatever else when i get there.
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[ puppy sends a pic of the view from his apartment, which is exceedingly swanky and ridiculous. there's another picture too, but it's clearly ganked off google; it's the facade of the building he lives in. ]
i'm just home. waiting for himchan to come back, but he can wait for me too. let's go already!
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( even if he doesn't want to make whoever this himchan is wait, but. sometimes you have to trust your gut and be rude to someone you don't know in order to meet your doppelgänger.
vida thinks this apartment of puppy's looks awfully fancy, especially compared to his dorm room at school or the cramped bedrooms of the orphanages he grew up in. he conjures that image up in his mind, closes his eyes, focuses hard and — lets go.
the air might distort or it might not, images pixelated but only briefly, so fast it might just be a trick of the eye, but then there's an absolutely identical, puppy-shaped boy with wide eyes kind of gaping at him because — because he can't help it, because it's weird. and vida doesn't like feeling caught off guard, let alone expressing it, so he swallows it down very quickly. )
Um. Hi.
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whoah. ]
You look like me!
[ puppy exclaims as he explodes into a flurry of actions, getting up from where he's seated on the couch and touching and prodding vida all over. he even pinches the other's cheeks, almost painfully hard the way puppy does it, and ruffles the other's hair into a mess.
puppy's enthusiasm is bright and sincere, and maybe a little too touchy-feely for comfort. ]
How big are you?
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( he keeps his expression schooled into something fairly neutral even as about a thousand thoughts race through his mind, faster than his glitching takes, even if he looks a little stoic with his mouth drawn into a straight line, brow furrowed as his eyes scan over puppy's features. despite going to a school full of people with magnificent, unbelievable powers, he can't help but want to stay skeptical despite what's plain before his very eyes.
except. his furrowed brow deepens. ) We're the same height, silly.
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[if puppy is too honest and too frank, well, no one ever told him to be anything but, which is why he's asking his questions with such unrestrained openness. puppy at least gives vida some reprieve from being manhandled by stepping back and folding his hands behind him, but the open questioning expression on puppy's face clearly communicates an expectation.
that expectation is looking for an answer.]
Well?
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( and his eyebrows rocket upwards despite how hard vida tries not to react. he always considered himself to be a fairly blunt person, but it seems like he's officially met his match (and then some) in puppy — go figure. either way, this isn't really a subject that vida would contemplate breaching.
and yet: ) I don't know. I haven't seen your penis. And — no, that's not an invitation.
( which is apparently the end of that, because he pauses, before asking: ) Do you want to go to the café?
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[puppy holds out his hands to vida, expecting for something to happen. he'd been talking about teleportation and stuff earlier, wasn't he? puppy just stands there, hands outstretched, waiting for vida to do something.]
...What are we supposed to do?
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Okay, so you're going to have to help a little since I've never been to this place. And I can't promise that it's going to work, but we'll try. Just think about what it looks like inside — picture every part of it. Picture the door, the entrance, maybe even picture the street that it's on. Just concentrate.
( and that's all vida can say, really, because he hasn't had too much success with glitching more than just himself — and because he's more than a little skeptical about puppy's magic. but either way, vida simply blinks and ...
they're glitching. it's an incredibly fast thing, a little unsettling when vida first started discovering he could do it when he was little, feeling like every particle in his body was being snatched away one by one by one until he was nothing and then — something again, somewhere else, entirely in tact.
he can hear the sound of a cat meowing before he even opens his eyes. )
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also: magic.
it's so fucking cool.]
That was so weird. Let's do it again!!!
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he might try to manage a smile, just a small upwards quirk of the corners of his mouth, even if it doesn't quite reach his eyes; he's still proud of himself for getting them both here. a shiver passes through him as if to remind him that his powers still have their limits, and it makes vida shake his head, almost fondly. )
No. I already used too much energy.
( and doing so got them here with all of their limbs in tact, thank you very much. vida may or may not take the initiative to snatch puppy's wrist with cold fingers, tug him towards a cushy sofa where an oversized, fluffy black cat bolts the moment vida flops down on the cushions, looking spent. )