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Tsubomi gave a glare to the girl who bothered to check on her, but the expression was short-lived. Almost instantly it was replaced with surprise and concern, neither of which fit well on the face that was known for its stationary state. 

But there at the other end of the hallway, moving at the pace of a sedated worm, was Zassou. Seriously? Tsubomi's first though was that she shouldn't have turned back to her mundane form on the way to the school. She supposed she just wanted to bask in the feeling of being free. 

But none of that really mattered right now. If Tsubomi was going to uproot her life back into her own hands, she needed for nobody to know that there were two of her. Or at least for the general populace to be ignorant of it. If only Zassou were transformed, everything would be fine.

Just as the signal finished shooting through her brain, her wish came true. Zssou was suddenly invisible to the rest of the school's students, though none were looking her way, as she had become Acid Drop.

Tsubomi blinked. There was no way things were that coincidental, right? She shook the thought out of her head and decided to figure it out later. For now, she'd deal with the unrecognized girl who seemed worried about her well-being.

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Zassou found herself doused in paint, a multitude of colors that couldn't fit in a single pail, or at least that's what she first assumed when her hair fell in front of her eyes. Then it hit her.

Why had she transformed? And... what had changed? Something certainly had, because she could [i]think[/i]! As if whatever had been going on recently in her magical form had never happened at all! She'd have to take advantage of the situation.

Now suddenly aware of her surroundings, she noticed the other students staring down the hall at... herself. Tsubomi had come to school? Why? And why in her mundane form? 

Well, it didn't matter right now. What mattered was getting to the Club room in case she was turned back without meaning to. Plus, she decided that taking advantage of the sudden change was better than simply killing time until it went back to its new normal. And so Zassou traveled down the hallways, not as slow as usual but slow enough to not run into anyone, and made her way there.

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[color=0072bc]"Uh... yeah, I'm fine. Doing better than usual, no thanks to getting run over."[/color]