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[Save perhaps Sync's recent arrival, Ion hasn't been as stressed as he has been these past few months. The lack of experiments has made for a nice change of pace, though he's been refraining from saying as much. Just in case the Malnosso suddenly feel like putting an end to this little break... but it's that lack of stress that makes this new condition of his all the more mysterious. Losing a few feathers when he was sick wasn't entirely uncommon for him, and he had been feeling rather under the weather these past few days, but... well.]

Perhaps this is a bit of an odd question, but has anyone ever had their wings suddenly [...] change? Aside from just the color.

[Glancing over his shoulder. He has his wings folded behind his back so they don't appear in the journal-window. Usually they weren't out at all... which is mostly why he's only now noticing the change.]

Though I guess the color would apply as well, in this case...

[...]

[What, they don't really teach about filial puberty in school! At least, if they did, it was probably one of those days Ion when was out sick. Which is a lot. Though someone Ion's age probably should have already lost most of the fluffy feathers on his wings...... he's a late bloomer, okay.]

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[Voice]

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[Asch why are you making all these weird faces...]

You mean my wings are just changing because I'm getting older? So... this is normal?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

O-of course it's normal, why else would I say 'never mind'!?

[HE'S MAKING WEIRD FACES BECAUSE IT'S EMBARRASSING, DUMMY, WHY DOES HE EVEN BOTHER...]

[Voice]

[distressedude]

I wasn't sure, but... [...] Are you all right?

[Because he looks like he's blushing and Asch blushing is not something Ion's mind can comprehend so clearly something must be wrong.]

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[He should really, really hate you right now.]

I'm fine. This is just something that parents should be dealing with, that's all!

[Voice]

[distressedude]

[Nevermind the fact that saying something like to a replica is pointless, but seriously, what.]

Why is that? People only have wings in Luceti, after all...



[...because clearly this is only about the wings, right? 8D]

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Haven't you noticed any other changes?

[He can't seriously be...]

[Voice]

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...what kind of other changes?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[.....................






Okay, to hell with this. IT IS NOT HIS JOB TO EXPLAIN THIS.]

Just- changes, okay!? Go ask someone else!!

[Voice]

[distressedude]

How am I supposed to ask someone else if I don't know what I'm asking about?

[COME ON MAN.]

[DON'T LEAVE HIM HANGING.]

[Voice]

[dissonates]

That's not my problem!

[CAN'T YOU SEE HOW AWKWARD THIS IS

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A NICE GUY

COME ON ION

BE A BRO]

[Voice]

[distressedude]

I know it isn't! But... you're the only one who's mentioned anything about it so far.

[Otherwise he would let him go and be free somewhere that is far less awkward. Even though Ion doesn't understand why this is awkward to begin with.]

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[....Yeah he is never doing this again. Ever. Ever!!]

It's... called puberty.

[The last bit is mumbled as reluctantly as a voice can get before dropping into incoherency.]

[Voice]

[distressedude]

[Ion may have no idea where this conversation is going, but he's not stupid. He knows it's gotta be an awkward topic of some kind... his voice even lowers a bit to mirror Asch's.]

Puberty...?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[Can he just kill himself now? It would be infinitely less awkward. Really.]

It's when... your body starts becoming more like an adult's. You grow more, and your voice gets lower, and-

[....]

...A lot happens.

[Voice]

[distressedude]

So it isn't just the wings...

[Which he'd already gathered from the conversation so far, but--]

...but what do you mean by "a lot"?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[This is getting worse and worse every minute. OKAY JUST GET IT ALL OUT THERE AT ONCE-]

Look, it's... it's a lot, okay!? Your voice drops, and then there's hair growing everywhere and your face looks like a diseased rappig and waking up is always uncomfortable and no one in Daath will respect you and you'll feel like an idiot for a year and a half and then you're an adult!

[HUFF. HUFF. IS THAT BETTER, ION. ARE YOU HAPPY YOU ASKED NOW. (Also personal experience has absolutely nothing to do with this.)]

[Voice] 1/idk

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[Suddenly Ion really wishes he didn't know what Asch was talking about.]

[Because now he does.]







[It might take him a moment to find his voice, hold on.]

[Voice] /DONE

[distressedude]

[Okay. Okay. He can do this. There's a cough, some more silence, and then he somehow manages to pull on a straight face.]

Thank you for explaining. I understand now.

[Oh, does he understand.]

I'm... sorry that happened to you.






[Asch, Ion now has a newfound respect for you.]

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[HEADTHUNK.

That is the only response Ion gets: the sound of Asch's head colliding with his desk.

Never again.]

[Voice]

[distressedude]

[Asch, you are a brave soul.]








[Now if you'll excuse him, Ion has to go hide in shame somewhere.]