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[(ic) meme] Yad Sloof Lirpa!!

OH YOU POOR INNOCENT ARRIVALS OF THE NEW, OLD CITY!!

I suggest you listen up, because this is your new, all-powerful lord speaking! That's right, I found the great puppeteers controlling us all, and stolen the strings! Now everyone one of you must follow my whims!

And if you think you'll like them any better.... [Oh, the cruel laughter]

But I'm not an ungenerous overlord! I shall be providing details for every single moment of your existence, so if you want to find out what's in store for the first day of the rest of your life...

APRIL FOOLS' DAY!!

No, but seriously, my own still-horridly-in-control puppeteer has a challenge for yours. She wants to see what this city's prankish will has in store for all of us. Even if it's just a little slip of a post, of someone on their own, surely this day will provide some moment of false hope or horror for everyone? Something for me- I mean, her, to laugh at.

So, provide you bloody string pullers!

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[-somebody's, just staring. Because not only is she catching on, but.

But. Soup.

And that likely lets the Vulpix half-fall before she's scooping him closer, giving him a pout.]

So you're switched up, too? Aaaaaaaah, what can we do...

[She's a tiny girl in an unfamiliar city, no idea where to go, and only her fuzzy Brunch to hug on! ~~Good teddy, though. Even if it moves a lot.~~]

[She figured it out. The Vulpix relaxes almost immediately in her arms, tails wagging, and licks at her face.

Only to catch himself and ball up in her hold, ears flat in what looks like embarrassment. Could today get any more awkward.]

[...did. Did Brunch just.

She blinks down at him until he ducks down, look all sad and shy and sweet and adorableeeeee-

Wait. She didn't coo over cute stuff when she was a kid!

Apparently that doesn't stop her from dragging Brunch-ball up to her face for some nuzzling.]

Hee, but it's still Marik-kun, right? I was afraid I showed up here all alone--

[.... D= ]

[N-n-nuzzling.....He turns his face away but doesn't protest. Yeah, yeah. He's cute and fuzzy. You're cute and little. This happens.

And she'd...

She was really happy to see him? And she hasn't -

What if Linner isn't here?

Brunch starts to raise his head just in time to see his rightful body sniff the air, then paw its nose for not working very well. Snack isn't any happier about this than he is.]

[Happy? Pffff, little fox, if she was in the know of these thoughts and not nice, you would be getting such tiny pouts of "Why haven't I seen you lately--?"

As is, she's too busy acting the cooing fool to mind, and then. Marlick!body. What's being done in it.]

...is he trying to look for something? Hey, are the others here, in the city? This isn't just another quick trick, is it? I want to look around mo-

[No.... No. No matter what her mind's doing, she shall not start whining!]

[Brunch tries his best to shrug, ears still back. Snack has actually been taking this rather well, as far as attitude is concerned - confirming Brunch's suspicions his fox is smart. He just doesn't seem too into the idea of imitating human behavior.]

Vul......

[Snack tries to get up. He makes it a few wobbly steps on two legs before having to stumble and lean on a nearby table, but looks kind of elated. He did it!]

[Hrmmmmmmmm, not getting answers.... This would required a long, fox-hugging musing on what to do. If not for the tall Snack stumbling in her space.]

Snack, how far can you walk? If you want, I could drive you two back to, to wherever, everyone...

[Her hopes of finding more real peoples, and helping her friend-and-pokey are dashed as she remembers her jeep, on the curb. And she's so small, she can't even help Snack walk...

SO SORRY, BRUNCH. A MOROSE SEIRAN ON YOUR FUR.]

[Snack looks over at the sound of his name and - hey, he knows you.

He drops to all fours to stumble on over and sniff at your face. He's pretty sure - is it? You smell right (he - thinks?), but you're tiny....

Meanwhile, Brunch is trying not to growl. But he'll huddle up to Seiran protectively all the same.]

Pix....

[L-largely yes, Snack. This tiny girl should smell just the same, except maybe over what smells are clinging to her. She hasn't been in her usual company...

But, if Snack gets too in her face, she'll be holding him back with a hand on the forehead, awkward face the whole way.]

Y-yeah, it's me, Snack.

[But, what can she do about the bodyswap before her... Eventually she'll be turning Brunch a bit so she can look at him in her arms.]

We better get him some place private. The people here might expect him to talk.

[His sniffer isn't as good as he's used to, but that doesn't stop Snack from giving a happy pant while held at bay.

Brunch, meanwhile, nods.]

Pix....

[And he cranes himself towards where his duffel bag's been left lying on the restaurant bench. (And yes, people have begun to stare. A cluster of waitresses appear to be playing rock-paper-scissors over who approaches the boy...or perhaps who calls the police...)]

[Gahuhh.... She didn't even notice them until now. And she crashed a car here... You know, vacating sounds very good!

Except she's too small to hold both bag and pokey, so down you go, Brunch. She's taking the hand of the canine!Brunch boy.]

Come on, Snack. We have to go now.

[Setting him down - to - to -

The hackles on Brunch's little rust-colored back rise, but that's stupid. She's making sure his idiot Pokémon doesn't cause any more damage. (Snack, for his part, has recognized "shake", shook her hand, and is waiting for his Poké Treat. He will also be led along quite obediently, if clumsily.)

Brunch will go to help fetch the bag, trotting to it and trying to drag it down by the strap. Which he is forced to hold in his mouth.]

[Sorry, Snack. No treat. She's too busy leading him out onto the road. And then letting him go (gasp!) to climb into her car.

Can you catch up, Brunch, by the time she's dragging her way-too-big blue coat out? If so, she'll take one look at the oversized duffel, and point. Looking at Snack.]

You need to carry that.

[Snack blinks, and Brunch holds his head up high, stubbornly dragging the duffel along. He's got this, he's got this....

Oh, who is he kidding, he's the Trainer here. His Pokémon needs to listen to him.

So he spits out the strap and barks at Snack.]

Pix!

[Snack still speaks Vulpix, apparently. He bares his teeth, but crouches to accept the bag. He's seen humans carry things. How hard can it be?

But wow, are fingers weird. He'll just flex them, preoccupied, while Brunch fluffs up and starts yipping away.]

[-poor girl, trying to focus on folding coats without jarring pocket contents. She gets barely anywhere, before the noise has her looking from boy to, not-boy. And making faces.]

Marik-chan, be nice. He doesn't know how...

[Don't ask where that came from. Or why a hand going to rest on Brunch's head is scratching an ear, instead. She's got enough troubles without splitting hairs on that-]

Snack? Clench around it- Like this.

[Here, Vulpix human. Basic human motor skills demonstration!]

[Marik-chan.

Marik-chan.

Brunch doesn't actually know that much Japanese, but he's been around enough from the DR to feel a little weird about that.....

Pettins. He squirms to try to get away, but the next thing he knows his leg is thumping of its own accord. And yes, the barking stops.

Snack, meanwhile, watches carefully and then - picks up the bag.

He's so excited by this he promptly drops it again. But he picks it right back up! Oh, praise him! Scratch his ears too!]

[-how would she ever reach, Mr. Snack? You're up there, and she's down here with Brunch!

Instead, he gets more work!]

Good job! Now, can you carry my coat, too? Please?

[Then she can pick up Brunch again, and carry him, and.

And.]

..where are we going, anyways?

[Carry the what? Oh. Oh, this! Yes, Snack can do that. He looks so impressed with himself, even if he isn't exactly walking in a straight line.

Brunch, for his part, cranes his head back and sees waitresses heading for the door to speak with them. So he barks and starts trying to climb out of Seiran's arms, straining in a random direction down the street. They can figure everything out once they're away!!

And eventually get back to the apartment. That's the hope.]

Wa- Marik-chan---

[Don't surprise her like that! She might drop you! Even if. Ladies are looking at them. And.

And.

...Snaaaaaaaaaack! Follow the girl toddling right across the rooooooooooooad. ~~On a crosswalk. Like a good girl.~~

And don't you get dropped, Brunch! She's trying not to get trampled, thanks.]

[Argh, what's - dammit, where's his body....Brunch twists around to try and see.

Snack has decided to bark at the waitresses before running off, coat and bag in hands, to trot after Seiran as happy as can be. He sure showed them! And oh, what's this -

Stopping in the middle of the crosswalk to just gaze in awe at the view from on two legs up here. If only his nose worked right, so he could enjoy all these wonderful smells! He feels blind without it.]

Gyahh- Well, we made it...

[As in Seiran's on the other end of the road without big people knocking her down. But, Brunch... Brunch, why's he trying to move again? All she can do is, is turn and look-

-!

Sorry, Brunch! She's putting you down so she can run right back into the road and pull on Snack's leg!]

You can't stay here! Come on- This way- [Eaaaaa, too small to pull, how can she...]

Snack! Bench! [Pointing to the one that- just happens to be on the sidewalk.]

[Brunch is just going to rest the top of his head on this wall for a moment, hiding his little fuzzy face from the world. What is his life.

Snack, meanwhile, is really happy to see Seiran! Did she come to smell all the -

Oh! Oh! Go to the bench, go to the bench!

Snack goes to the bench, narrowly missing being hit by a honking car. Which frightens him so much he growls and snaps at it.]

[Phew- At least he's moving to the- to the- Marik!face is snapping at a car. This sight.]

Stop, Snack! Go to the be-

[And then there's a car screeching and honking at her ear and she's stumbling, and knocked onto the sidewalk, and staring back at the road, and, and.

And is she crying?? She wasn't even hurt much! She, she doesn't get upset this easily! It's, gotta be this stupid, form and.

Seiran being helpful with roadside sad... Confusing distress is distressing!]

[Oh no, think both of the boys at the same time. Seiran is crying.

Snack rushes over, dropping to all fours in his distress but hanging back at the last second: he might have done a bad thing. Brunch was going to hang back too, a little skeptical (it's de-aged her in more ways than one?), but as soon as he sees his Pokémon making a move he pads over to nudge her cheek with a little wet nose.]

Vulpix! Vul, vul. Vulpix.

[He doesn't sound sympathetic, more resigned. But either way, buck up, kiddo. This is...just too weird.]

[Geaaaaa- One, too many things, world! Traffic trauma, fine. But wandering for days and crashing and tiny forms and wimpy moods and everybody important's gone or messed up too-

...and now something wet on her-? Oh, hi Brunch. Get some blurry frowns for your trouble, before she's blinking away the blurry. Right right, buck up. She's still, they're still close to the restaurant, and- And are those the same ladies looking...

Here, she's on the move again- Giving Snack an awkward headpat when she notices him there. But only a beat, because it's time for a walk!]

We gotta go- They can see us here.

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*~* Ooooo, protective brunchie.

arf arf yip

arf arf yip

woof pant bark

yip? /lick

/wag wag wag

/sniffsniff

ruff

/scratchscratch

/legthump

/bite!!

/w-whimper ;a;

/pounce~

/!! :3

/fluffy cuddle!

/sniffle snort

/bats at ear

~ Ooooo, protective brunchie.