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He slightly frowns at her, eying her as well....

Oh…. She was more cheerful than he expected her to be after such a remark. Strange. Still her words made a certain deer very pleased with the idea behind them, enough to not try to push the subject. He rather not get her angry and…. Well it showed that she at least cared about the world. “Very well then.” he responded simply.

“Would, you like one as well?” She asked curiously” Um not that you have to drink it out of the box, but I bought a few of them just cause they were pretty good” and incredibly chap but she wasn't going to say that. She had to watch her money. Most of her saved money was going to pokemon treats.

“Also its nice to meet you, my name is Kiwi!”

At first he was silent, examining the other with a equally neutral gaze, but then he gave a nod. Perhaps he had been in the wrong about this one, perhaps this one was on a different yet foolish path than the others and himself. It would be... interesting he supposed to learn more about him. Would this one continue on his path or would he alter it once whatever false hope for humanity he had was gone? "Then correct me. What are you doing and why?"

Hummingbird quirked an eyebrow at the other. “I don’t know why I have to explain my reasoning for doing things to a stranger, even if you are my alternate. I do not know you.” He tilted his head. “Do you tell everyone that you meet your life’s plan? Because if you do, then I’ll tell you now that’s a terrible practice to have.”

“I’m... in my home world, I’m with you.” Serena revealed a Flare pin on the inside of her jacket, and showed Lysandre the exclusive Team Flare-related messaging app on her Holo Caster.

“I don’t know what your Serena did or whether she lived or died, but I chose to accept my Lysandre’s offer to join Team Flare. And so, I do undercover work for them. My small size and my childhood offer unique advantages in this area that no other Flare members have. I was actually sent by my world’s Lysandre to ask for advice on what went well in your world, what went wrong, and how we can learn from them and adjust our plans accordingly."

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Malva and Sycamore were Hummingbird’s only friends.

Malva came first around the start of middle school era for Hummingbird. They were the Power Couple to be feared despite never actually dating since Hummingbird was gay.

High school came around and Sycamore was added. Hummingbird and Sycamore were instantly enamored with each other, easily becoming the It Couple that everyone wanted to be like just because of how in love with each other they were. Malva was of course just as important to Hummingbird, and the three would often go to ‘dates’ together.

Hummingbird proposed to Sycamore on the day of their high school graduation. He was planning on Malva being his Maid of Honor. They were roomed together in college and when they moved out, they rented a house together. Once they graduated, they kept staying in the same place.

They planned for the wedding to be after Hummingbird released the Holocaster, which was his greatest invention yet and meant to be the thing that made Lysandre Labs skyrocket.

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He stares at his alternate for a long time, trying to find the words. Trying to find any words. It was rare that he was without them but everything he could think of just sounded… tainted by feelings. Exhaustion. Irritation. Anger. Bitterness. Hurt. Fear. Despair. So many swirling emotions, swarming him like a wave about to crash directly into him. He wanted to let loose everything he was holding but he found the words stuck in his throat, almost strangling him, leaving him breathless.

His pride as a Lysandre would always be prevalent, despite his very best efforts to be independent of the stereotypes.

So he settled for a distant answer, unable to give anything else despite wanting to.

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did

[MSG]: I’m trying to think of a nickname for you and the other new alternates. I apologize it’s taking so long.

[MSG]: I really think it would be helpful if we did nicknames. Even if it was only just among us.

[MSG]: I’m starting to agree with you on the fact that I am working too much.

[MSG]: Is your Augustine still alive? Or did you kill him too?

[MSG]: Have you used the Weapon? Did it help?