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[color=0072bc]"Wondering if any of the others will wait for you?"[/color] The voice in Tsubomi's head was tinted with sarcasm. [color=0072bc]"They shouldn't waste their time, right? I bet Evil will keep you in her sight, though."[/color]

Acid Drop shook her head, not bothering to close her eyes. In the process she noticed the strange Mogall hovering next to her.

[color=0072bc]"Bullseye."[/color]

Once more the rainbow haired head shook itself. [color=00aeef]"No, that's a wyrm's eye."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Shut up, idiot. I didn't mean that the eye was that of a bull, it's a term that means something is accurate. Not that you'd have ever experienced that."[/color]

Now that she'd noticed her strange pace, Tsubomi instinctively slowed back to her normal speed. Or abnormal, considering she was transformed. 

[color=00aeef]"You didn't come to the show."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Even in this messed up head, there's no reason to go to a play that isn't being performed. The way you visualize things is stupid, too. If you're aware that you're acting then why pretend that it's a stage-play?"[/color] 

In a very Tsubomi fashion, Acid Drop's head tilted to the side. [color=00aeef]"It just happens that way on it's own."[/color]

To the Mogall, regardless of if it could hear or not, it certainly appeared that Tsubomi was having a conversation with nothing. With no external evidence of the "other" Acid Drop or her voice, the pausing and resuming of speech would lead one to think she was crazy. Maybe she was?

[color=0072bc]"That's just yet another reason you're an idiot, then."[/color]

She couldn't help but think it was unlucky that she didn't have her empathetic magic right now. She never thought to use it on this seemingly a tulpa voice she heard, and now she couldn't. What would she notice if she could?

[color=0072bc]"Hey, moron. Just because you don't think it at me doesn't mean I don't know you're thinking it."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Mm."[/color] A pause took over for a few seconds. [color=00aeef]"Who are you? Why are you inside my brain? Did someone put you in me? ... Are you my magic?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Dumbass. That's the wrong question. You know who I am."[/color]

Acid Drop's head slowly moved to tilt to the other side. [color=00aeef]"Do I?"[/color] Her eyes moved to the side and towards the floating one. [color=00aeef]"... Do you know who she is, moogle?"[/color]

As her eyes drifted back to a point that she could see in front of her, a glint of light in the sky caught her attention. Was that a magical girl? Was it the one from the other night? That was apparently Haruna, right? It seemed like she'd be below that point in a minute or two, so Tsubomi closed the script that held her conversation with herself and shelved it for later.