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Seiichirou doesn’t really know the person. He’s seen him but the circumstances were ...unsusual, to say the least. They’d been space commanders on the opposing sides of a war and he’d captured Seiichirou with no one else but the numbskull of  Aresh. That was the character that he knew but the one before him was still completely unknown to him. 

And now he resided within his body. Between them was a grill where pieces of rather expensive steak was sizzling. The guy, Hong Ilseong as he introduced himself just moment ago, had called him after the swap -  something Seiichirou too would have done if he’d been the first one to notice. 

“ ....Kondou Seiichirou. Our recent meeting wasn’t all too pleasant but I suppose I should still say it’s a pleasure. “

He’d left as himself, holding no ideas of what this overgrown 17 year old wanted from him. He’d set his phone soundless but the messages had kept ongoing until Seiichirou finally relented. Just as he was about to enter something happened, almost as if he’d teleported to another place.

Next thing he knew was himself standing on the door frame.

“ ....oh not again. “

Now, waking up after the crack of dawn alone might have bulged his eyes a little but when he meets the reflection in the surface of the phone screen Seiichirou almost drops the whole thing. 

It’s a lucky break he recognizes this face and knows a name to connect to it. Otherwise he’d be now be in a bind to send around messages around the island, to many people likely in the same predicament..... 

from: Parasoul to: Kondou Seiichirou

In a process of an attempt to form words Seiichirou mouth hangs open. Black hair, dark bags under his eyes and the long robes and shoulder cape of the accountant department of Romani kingdom... Being literally faced with himself Seiichirou can only, along his confusion, think what a threadful sight he is. 

And of course, more pressingly.... Seiichirou’s hand move to his own hair... his... the hair that’s not before him. It’s pointing up. There’s bald around it. When his other hand finds a phone from his pocket the face that reflects there is an unknown one.

Ahh, if this was his own body his stomach would do a whole turn now. He sort of guess what’s going on but regardless it slips out: