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"Stockholm."

"Stockholm... Ah..."

“I will shove this glowstick down your throat.” He joked, waving the light source around slowly.

“Y-you’ve already broken i-it over my head, s-so it’s not a-as much of a threat.” Simon chuckled, pushing the stick away.

Looking at the stick, he huffed, dropping it and crossing his arms,"Oui. You are right..."

Sighing, he slapped a mitten-covered hand to his face,”Another one..? Hm.. Bonjour.”

He blinked, staring...

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That sounded oddly familiar. To an extent, of course. "Seems reasonable."

"Exactly.. uhm..." He looked around,"Where.. am I..?"

“I—” He stopped, blinking,”I don’t know…”

“G-good job.”

“Hey.” He narrowed his eyes, laughing slightly,”Shut up.”

“Make me.” Simon grinned, taunting Philip.

"I will shove this glowstick down your throat." He joked, waving the light source around slowly.

“I—” He stopped, blinking,”I don’t know…”

“G-good job.”

"Hey." He narrowed his eyes, laughing slightly,"Shut up."

Sighing, he slapped a mitten-covered hand to his face,”Another one..? Hm.. Bonjour.”

He blinked, staring at the man across from him with a confused look. “Um…hej.” Simon then readjusted his hold on...

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"That's right." He watched the other's movements, stepping forth a few steps with furrowed brows. "Philip...mind if I ask what you're doing here?"

"Well.. I'm not really sure, monsieur. I woke up near some strange car and walked around a bit.. And here I am."

“Pfft. Right. How have you been, though?”

“S-same as always, t-though I’ve met s-some strange people.”

“Oh? I haven’t met anyone besides those monsters and you.”

“You a-also haven’t been a-around.”

“Around? I can only go so far without being attacked.”

“T-then how do you p-plan on getting out o-of here?”

"I--" He stopped, blinking,"I don't know..."

“Pfft. Right. How have you been, though?”

“S-same as always, t-though I’ve met s-some strange people.”

“Oh? I haven’t met anyone besides those monsters and you.”

“You a-also haven’t been a-around.”

"Around? I can only go so far without being attacked."

bonjour, asksimonhenriksson.

Sighing, he slapped a mitten-covered hand to his face,”Another one..? Hm.. Bonjour.”

He blinked, staring at the man across from him with a confused look. “Um…hej.” Simon then readjusted his hold on his cell phone. “What do you mean by ‘another one?’”

“I’ve already met one of you, monsieur. But you are quite different. My name is Philip. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He gave a simple nod, smiling.

Well, this was surprising, there was another him. Then again, he’s seen stranger things so really, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. “Same.” He returned the nod, offering up a smile of his own along with a nervous chuckle. “Well…I guess you know my name already.”

"Yes. Simon, right?" He took a glowstick from the satchel at his side, breaking it so that a green light started to glow.

“Pfft. Right. How have you been, though?”

“S-same as always, t-though I’ve met s-some strange people.”

"Oh? I haven't met anyone besides those monsters and you."

bonjour, asksimonhenriksson.

Sighing, he slapped a mitten-covered hand to his face,”Another one..? Hm.. Bonjour.”

He blinked, staring at the man across from him with a confused look. “Um…hej.” Simon then readjusted his hold on his cell phone. “What do you mean by ‘another one?’”

"I've already met one of you, monsieur. But you are quite different. My name is Philip. It is a pleasure to meet you." He gave a simple nod, smiling.

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Stares back. “….Quoi..?”

“Y-you were gone f-for a long time. I-I thought you g-got eaten by m-monsters.”

“Oh— Haha. No. Surprisingly, I can fight.”

“C-could’ve fooled me.”

"Pfft. Right. How have you been, though?"

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Stares back. “….Quoi..?”

“Y-you were gone f-for a long time. I-I thought you g-got eaten by m-monsters.”

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"Oh-- Haha. No. Surprisingly, I can fight."

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Sighing, he slapped a mitten-covered hand to his face,"Another one..? Hm.. Bonjour."

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“You were j-just bloody and.. You… I—” He stepped forward, reaching out hesitantly and flipping Simon’s hood off of him quickly, pulling his hand back quickly afterwards,”I…”

Furrowing his brow, Simon shook his head, before tugging his hood back up. “D-don’t be silly, I-I’m not w-w-ounded, I d-don’t have a r-reason to be b-bloody.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me I—” He held his head, stepping back,”M-Maybe it’s just the dark.. Oui…”

“W-well now I’m c-c-covered in your g-glowstick l-liquid.” Simon huffed, shaking his head and pulling his phone out, turning the flashlight on.

"Uhh.." He grinned, shrugging,"Woopsie?"

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Philip stared, wide-eyed, when Simon went back to normal. He grumbled a bit and frowned, narrowing his eyes,”Vous m’avez menti! Vous êtes l’un d’entre eux.”

Frowning, Simon looked completely helpess, looking at Philip in confusion. “I-I don’t u-understand French.”

Shaking his head, he cleared his throat, thinking,”You are one of those things. You lied to me. You told me you weren’t and— Wait..” He tilted his head,”You’re normal again..?”

“I-I’m not! I swear, I’m n-not a m-monster!” Simon protested, before tilting his head. “Wait, n-normal? W-what do you m-mean?”

“You were j-just bloody and.. You… I—” He stepped forward, reaching out hesitantly and flipping Simon’s hood off of him quickly, pulling his hand back quickly afterwards,”I…”

Furrowing his brow, Simon shook his head, before tugging his hood back up. “D-don’t be silly, I-I’m not w-w-ounded, I d-don’t have a r-reason to be b-bloody.”