#pudge controls the queue

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Somehow, in a way that doesn't make sense, Melvin finds himself on the floor of The English Garden; nearby, his own twin, along with Darla and Drew, are unconscious. Except two things are off. Things he doesn't notice at first.

One of which is noticeable after he sits up and stretches--his hands that are normally large in appearance are now much, much smaller. And feminine ?

The other thing is more apparent as he stares across the room, then back at his 'not' hands that are no longer his. Well, it's the fact that his own visage is lying on the hardwood floor, still very much unconscious, but very obviously stirring every so often.

Eventually, he gets up and crosses over to 'himself', wondering which of the other three are in there. Probably not his own twin. “Darla? Drew?” A pause, realizing his voice is not his own either. “Which one of you is in there…?”

@inseparableduo

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@inseparableduo

Their first day and apparently things hadn't gone as planned. Well, it wasn't to say there was much of a plan. At least not on his side of things. Yet there was something that he wondered, sitting in detention quite literally holding his twin sister's hand; she was on the verge of crying he could tell from the way she would give his hand a squeeze every so often.

Though she was just as much at fault.

What had she been thinking with her attempt at trying to plant flowers out in the school's flower beds? In an attempt to distract himself, Melvin looked around the room, his gaze finally settling on another pair. A boy and girl, much like they were. Possibly just a brother and sister.

Twins were rare, after all.

“Hey, mate,” he whispered over to the male. “What are you both in 'or?”

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[Cont. From] @booksofadventures

Quite frankly, he wasn't a kid and sure hell wasn't a hunter; just a man that would do anything to protect his twin sister. Even if it was something that border lined on straight-up stupid. Which was very well where he was toeing the line.

His worried look didn't stop at just what was visible, it went deeper than that, but just couldn't be seen. There was only a few time when he'd been this worried about her, but since they were only on the next street over, thankfully it'd been a while.

Clearly the other had done this before, and for a fraction of a second--perhaps longer--he was slightly jealous. Yet this wasn't a time for being bull headed, not if he wanted to live through this, get back to her.

“Fair 'nough, I could clearly use the help here. I can't even move, but I s'ppose that was the point, obviously.”

And maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to function with whatever level his bladder was currently at. Yet there might come a time, sooner than later, when that had to be addressed; embarrassing as it was.

“There's more than one, 'course there is. Considerin' I got snatched 'fore I had time to form a plan, I got nothin'. Sorry, mate.”

If only he'd either had more time to figure something out or focus for once in his life, yet that was neither here nor there. So no point in beating himself up, at least not at the given moment.

“… I'm glad to hear that you understand. I always joke that she's my 'younger' sister, but I'm worried. Likewise, I'm Melvin, by the way.”

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Nothing wrong with that @imsensingatriptoikea

"You're welcome," he takes notice of the way she's blushing, yet doesn't comment on this. "My twin is VERY much an enthusiast, then 'gain I know ya already know this. Me, on the other hand? I tend to be balanced. "

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Aristotle said that. @imsensingatriptoikea

He can't help picking up on the teasing, a hint of a smirk upon Melvin's features. "I'm just full of surprises, apparently. Though one can't call themselves a poet if they're not, correct?"

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Pretend you know me, okay? @imsensingatriptoikea

Keeping people safe seemed to be one of his strong suits, even those that he'd never ever met--strangers if you will. Mellie would be proud of this latest tale when he met up with her later. "He's a shifty lookin' bloke. Backwards baseball cap type, has shaggy black hair. Reeks of cigarettes." Without thinking, he wrapped a protective arm around her middle. "It's no problem, really."

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Giving my twin's boyfriend trouble @imsensingatriptoikea

There's a smile that he can't exactly hide, and he only attempts to for a good second. "She's definitely ALL of those things, no doubt, and I'm glad ya do. I love her too, obviously." Melvin is certainly happy to hear that she's found her person. "Did she ever tell ya 'bout me?"

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Wouldn't dream of it @imsensingatriptoikea

The way she was holding onto him, spoke volumes, and Melvin refused to let go of her. He didn't know what was going on, but decided for the time being to not question it. Yet there was nothing except understanding, given that this sometimes happened with his twin--she got emotional over not seeing their father. "I won't, a'right? Take whatever time ya need."