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The moment that the words left Sand’s lips, she knew they somehow would be turned around to her. It did not stop her from stammering when the girl next to her, the one who’d shed her clothes first, poked her on the side, urging her to follow her own advice.

“E-Eh… nay,” she rapidly improvised. “such is the nature of my thankless task.”

[i]And where did this low fantasy movie accent came from?[/i] She’d affected it without putting much thought into it, and now it stuck as she rebuffed the other girl’s objection. “Peer pressure shan’t stand in the way of my duty.” 

Except it would, if the rest of the team happened to be as ready to cast their worries away as these two. She couldn’t poke fun of something as strange when it happened to be the most normal thing in the world to another. The best she could do was try not to get dragged into it despite herself. 

Hearing her name being called, she cast out her gaze to the other team, hoping to find some inspiration.

She found more than that.

[i]Oh.[/i]

“Indeed, look over yonder, to the one with the dyed blonde hair—”

[i]That was a thing he could do.[/i]

“And the top—”

[i]Dammit, Jer.[/i]

“That almost profiles the abs she works so hard to maintain—”

[i]Jer.[/i]

“And the chest that looks a bit tighter than it actually should be—”

[i]Jer, you massive weirdo.[/i]

“Would you not say this is the best time for misdir—Okay, I can’t. Give me a minute.”

Abruptly breaking out of the silly character she had adopted on a whim, Sand broke from her team’s huddle and moved closer to the other, staring intently at the face of her new twin. She paused when she was close enough to stretch a hand and touch her clone, casting out for words to express what she felt at the moment.

Did she truly look so irritable all the time? She’d had a similar feeling for some time whenever she looked into a mirror, but perhaps she truly needed to work more sleep into her schedule. Those were words, to be sure, but not for the boy wearing her skin. The specific wording of that musing gave her a shudder, along with a thought better left unexplored.

“What am I looking at?” she started with a resigned tone, trying to ignore the other eyes looking at the bizarre pair. “Don’t say ‘Sand Vespa’. I know we’re both from Atlas but this…”

Then again, this was a very peculiar situation. [i]Don’t make things weirder, girl.[/i]

“I’m not really okay with…”

It would be a waste if she did not ascertain all the facts of the matter. [i]Don’t bring that up. You don’t actually want an answer.[/i]

“Huh.” She coughed, glancing down meaningfully for a split-second. “Does—Hm. Does that change what’s down there too?” 

[@Plank Sinatra][@Norschtalen]