"Uh." Sylvie paused as he looked at his double, head tilted. "...I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. A very wrong turn. Are you... me?" [@/sheep-beefin]
[☁ @sheep-beefin ]
“w-WHAT?!” he paused too, it’s strange to see yourself be in the same place as you.
“of COURSE I’m you, but how?”
“That’s… a good question.” He said. “I’ve never met an alternate in person before…” He added quietly, to himself more than anything. It seemed obvious, but he still found himself shocked that… well, they looked almost entirely the same. The differences were practically negligible at a glance. Maybe there was some sort of mental difference, or maybe even differences with epithet function! Maybe– no, wait. This shouldn’t be what he was focusing on.
“How did you get here?” Wait. “Erm… How did I get here?” Was there a difference? …Could they tell?
