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((Starter for @ingoldentent and @ivoryspear!))

When Mob goes to the university gym the next week, after sending a decidedly less formal text message to Undyne and Ushiromiya, he isn’t really expecting them to actually come. He’s not really prepared for it, either. He’s been in the Body Improvement Club, but he’s never ran a club. He has no idea what he’s doing, and he expects it to not be much of a success.

But sure enough, two people do arrive, looking expectantly for someone. It’s only then that he realizes that he doesn’t know what Undyne or Ushiromiya look like.

But one of them, in particular, stands out - a blue woman with red hair in a ponytail, who looks somehow both lithe and wiry and incredibly strong. Like she could lift a large boulder over her head. That must be Undyne, right? And the other one must be Ushiromiya.

It takes Mr. L a few moments to realize that he’s being watched. He’s been talking animatedly to a few people around him, and to Brobot– there really are some benefits to having a smaller, portable model of his robot that he can carry almost anywhere– and he finishes his sentence before glancing over his shoulder at the stranger staring at him.

“Hey,” he says, giving the kid a critical once-over. “Are you waiting for an autograph?”

He isn’t serious, of course; Mr. L is pretty full of himself, but he’s not stupid. He can’t quite figure out what this frightened-looking boy is doing, though, watching him silently like this. Maybe it would be easiest to actually ask instead of making jokes.

“Uh,” He squints at the stranger from behind his mask, finally turning to face him fully. “Really, though. Can I help you, or are you just trying to eavesdrop from a foot away?”

“Um,” Mob finally says, wondering why autograph was the first thing he went to. Was this man a celebrity? “No, I didn’t want an autograph. And I wasn’t eavesdropping...”

“I was... actually just going to ask you if you could...”

Cue quiet whisper.

FROM: Battler Ushiromiya TO: Shigeo Kageyama

[Text]: If you don’t midn, then I’ll gladly join you! [Text]: As for that, Id suggest making paper ads and putting them on walls aroun the city [Text]: But a website might be more eco friendly, actually [Text]: Making a website requires monthly payments to keep the domain, tho, and that is not counting the price youd pay to put ads on other sites. Do u have how to pay for that? [Text]: I could help u with that if that is an issue [Text]: …By the wya. Y do you start and end your text messages as if you were sending a formal email? [Text]: u know that it’s pretty obvious to me that you are the one sending these messages, right?

[FROM: SHIGEO KAGEYAMA]

[TO: BATTLER USHIROMIYA]

Ushiromiya-san,

Paper ads are a good idea. I’ll do that. And thank you for the offer, but I don’t wish to take your money when you probably need it more than I do. I insist that you keep it.

Er... is it not considered polite to communicate this way? I suppose it is somewhat formal of me, but... I don’t often send text messages.

I can stop if you prefer.

Regards,

He’s never going to hear the end of it, even when they’re both old and gray and can’t remember if they crapped that day…but Badou will remember this, rest assured. Still snorting and snuffling, nearly falling over himself with the force of this amusement, he sighs.

“Yes you can, easily: NO. That’s how it works. They’re gonna take you for a ride you won’t like, dude, if you let them walk all over you.”

Oh, hearing Badou laugh like that is... humiliating. What a way to make this whole situation worse.

“But...”

He really, truly wasn’t expecting much to happen today. Work, running his butt around, eating stuff he shouldn’t, fighting with his friends, the usual.

This was not in that category.  The pigtails is the first thing he notices– can’t not. Then his gaze moves down, down, down, and when it lands on the skirt– he’s dying laughing.

“Holy FUCKING SHIT what happened to you?! Did you lose a bet? Or wait, are you just into it…?”

“I’m... not...”

OK, that’s a lie. He does have a slight fondness for the outfit. He even kind of likes the hair. He’s not going to admit that though, just like the last time this happened to him. He’d never, ever hear the end of it.

Especially from Badou.

The food in Little Tokyo is so good. He didn’t think food could be this good. He doesn’t want to insult his mother, who is a very good cook, but he does wish she could be here to try this yakitori and egg yolk. It’s delicious!

So delicious that he accidentally unleashes his psychic powers and sends several pieces of chicken flying off the skewer, where they proceed to pelt someone at the neighboring table in the face.

Mob stares at them for a moment, obviously panicked.

Mob hasn’t run into either of the Mario brothers yet, so there’s nothing that strikes him as particularly strange - or even particularly eccentric, considering where he comes from - about the man nearby.

But the man is certainly... drawing some attention to himself. Because he has the subtlety of a freight train. Mob just wanted to spend some time in this little cafe and relax, but he’s so loud...

Eventually, he’s had enough. He walks over and approaches, ready to tell this stranger to please keep it down, and...

Says absolutely nothing. In fact, he looks rather terrified at the prospect. And now he’s just staring. Which just makes him feel worse.

How did he get himself into this situation. How is this not the first time he’s got himself in this situation.

At least nobody he knows has seen him yet. That way, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He just has to... make his way home, and everything will be fine.

That’s what he thinks as he turns a corner and rams facefirst into a much taller man, a man he knows as Badou Nails. A man who helped him before. A man who is probably going to find this really, really comical.

Because it’s clearly apparent that Mob is in pigtails and wearing a girl’s school uniform. Complete with a skirt.

She recognizes the honorific from some human media. Isn’t it, like… formal? That feels weird. She can ask later.

To: Shigeo Kageyama From: Undyne

[txt] > yes! [txt] > I’LL BE THERE!!

She’s been here for, what, months? And she still doesn’t have a job, somehow. She should probably tone down her enthusiasm a bit if she wants to get hired, or so she’s been told, but…

…That’s doubtful.

So her schedule’s open.

[txt] > OH AND WHEN DOES IT START

Oh there’s how you turn off caps-lock on the phone.

[txt] > Next week? I can come in any day

Oh, wow, this person is very energetic. He’s reminded a fair bit of Reigen, at least when Reigen’s trying to win over a client.

Dear Undyne-san,

Next week would be fine. I think that would be enough time to see if people are interested.

I hope to see you there.

Thank you,

Shigeo Kageyama

A short pause.

Dear Undyne-san,

I mean no offense, but you don’t have to speak in all caps so often...

Regards,

Shigeo Kageyama

Another longer pause.

Dear Undyne-san,

Sorry.

Apologetically,

FROM: Battler Ushiromiya TO: Shigeo Kageyama

[Text]: I’m 18. Hopefully you won’t be uncomfortable by that [Text]: There are actually plenty of children in this city, just like you’d see in any city [Text]: There aren’t many OUTSIDER children, though [Text]: Our phones seem to obly have saved contacts for outsiders. You’ll likely not manage to bring in natives by this approach [Text]: Unless you want to avoid native children for some reason

[FROM: SHIGEO KAGEYAMA]

[TO: BATTLER USHIROMIYA]

Ushiromiya-san,

No, that would not make me uncomfortable. I would be glad to have you. You would like to join, then?

And I see. That explains a lot. I don’t really know many people my age, outsider or not.

I wouldn’t want to exclude native children... how would you suggest I get a hold of people who aren’t outsiders? I’ve never really done anything like this before. It’s my master who did all the advertising for his business... maybe I should make a website?

Thank you,

      very rarely did they take a human’s word at face value without intruding into their mind to test integrity. perhaps it was the fact that they found themselves to be human temporarily that made them gullible - they couldn’t be certain of that at the moment, which should have made them more wary. but it didn’t. the anger they had experienced moments prior began to fade as quickly as it had surfaced. in a way, it was…freeing. the anger that they had carried since their birth seemed muted in this situation, just like the latent power they sensed in the human’s form.

      finally, they gave a quiet sigh and nodded - releasing a tense breath. “ remarkably, i sense that you actually would. ” mewtwo looked down at their new form as they spoke, flexing far more fingers than they were accustomed to experimentally, as if just now realizing that they were capable of doing so. this was the second time in a short timeframe that they had been forced into another bod. to be human should have been far more unsettling than anything else, considering the horrors inflicted on them at the hands of humans. hands that were now, temporarily, theirs.

      “ … you are unusual for a human. ” a fact that he no doubt already was aware of; mewtwo did not feel as if they were stripped of power - which only meant that, under their normal conditions ( perhaps in their own respective worlds ) that the human’s presumably natural abilities rivaled their own unnatural power. but that wasn’t the end of striking feeling of similarity. “ who are you? ” a question that no doubt ran deeper than a mere inquiry for a name.

Mob raises himself up from the bow and looks at Mewtwo, trying to keep his expression as soft and sincere as he can manage.

“My name is Shigeo Kageyama. Although... most people call me Mob.” Mob raises his gaze towards the ceiling thoughtfully. “But, that’s not what you mean, is it?”

He nods. “It’s true. I have psychic powers, like you do. But I would never use them on people - my master tells me not to. So I usually use them to exorcise evil spirits for him.”

A pause.

TAGGING: you steal it

bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.