âYou havenât switched yetâ SHE SAID. 'So maybe you wonâtâ SHE SAID.
Days passed alreadyâ Clive was already meant to be back to his own world, back to work, but instead of solving that issue, he just got another, bigger problem to deal with.
He found himself somewhere completely elseâItâs still a home, but not his, not his assigned one eitherâNo, no-no.
Not even his body was hisâHe found himself in the same shoes from the stranger he has met not too long ago, Athena; In the body of another âLaytonâ from some other world.
He hoped to be home before it could come to this.
But Clive wasnât even close to escaping, unfortunately. Even further away, now as a tall beanstalk.
It might take a while until heâs back as himself, and âa whileâ is too long. At this point, who knows how long itâll take until he gets back to his own world? If at all?
âNOâNO NONONOâ THIS canNOT BE FUCKING HAPPENINGââ
He tries to calm himself and his sharp breaths down, but nothing. Rubbing (his) face, shaking (his) head, stomping with (his) feetâ-Still panicking.
There was no tie to correct, no hat to fiddle withâ But a stupid Coat, one he takes off quickly, throwing it aside. To say he was feeling uncomfortable would be an understatement.
Standing up, Clive started to walk in circlesâtaking deep breaths and whispering to himself. This was bad. This was really bad. Heâd been told people just âwait it outâ, but there must be something faster, right?? HE CANâT just WAIT HERE!!
Heâs got to find a way out of this, and a way out of Spirale as soon as possible!! For what else did he make all these Notâ
âŚwait.
Shit, right, theyâre all withâŚ
âOH IF THEY GODDAMNED TOUCHED ANY OF THAT I SWEARââ
He BETTER go and looks for the other, QUICK.
âŚAlthough, itâd be for the best if he tries and finds some more formal clothes first. These are just going on his nerves. Nevermind the Hair, thatâs a lost cause.
Heâs been relieved to be back in his body (and Alâs jumped back with him, wherever he went...) but fate does not believe in letting the man rest. Fate says fuck you and grabs ahold of both Al and Fendi before tossing them away, far away, and both of them land in the same form this time.
The roomâs a mess. Thatâs for certain. They lift an arm to take something off their head, but get distracted by the blue... that familiar blue...
Oh, please say it isnât so. They hurry to the bathroom, trying to get used to being shorter... the light flicks on and they stare at their new face in the mirror. And whatâs looking back at them is...
âOh... oh no...â Fendi mumbles. âOf all people to switch with, it had to be with Clive Dove.â The exasperation in his voice is clear, emotions still muffled but from exhaustion instead of being caged by command.Â
He thinks. Okay. The otherâs got his body. Where is he going to go? ... Where would he be drawn to? Heâd want to be alone, heâd prefer to be somewhere quiet and isolated and thereâs a spot in Archimedes that fits the bill. Would Alfendi find Clive there, pondering over the abyss like Fendi himself does?
... Just focus on trying to find and inform the other.
Al, however, is pissed and wants his opinion of the situation to be told. Too bad thereâs no one worth telling it to yet...