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Fisma scratches at their head, looking abashed. Only slightly abashed. Mostly still thinking about memes. “You caught me.”

They give Fisma a sly smile. “You get t-this look in your eyes, like there’s n-nothing going on in y-your head. N-not in a bad way, though!”

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Fisma looks slightly alarmed, switching their gaze to Ukashi. “How did you know..?”

“You’re t-thinking about one of those ‘memes’ or w-whatever, aren’t you?” 

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What in Odd’s name is that noise? It’s not hip. Not hip at all. Fisma slams his door open, looking sourly around with his tea still in hand, and stares at Myu who seems to be... caught. In a net. “You again?”

Myu is standing outside Fisma's hut. They're holding a remote in one hand and a book of lolcats is in a net on Fisma's front step. "Fisma won't know what hit 'im." -mutation-nurse

Fisma opens their doormat to see some garbage outdated memes on their doorstep. Absolutely disgusting. They close the door again, going back to their tea. What is it, 2006?

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Myu is standing outside Fisma's hut. They're holding a remote in one hand and a book of lolcats is in a net on Fisma's front step. "Fisma won't know what hit 'im." -mutation-nurse

Fisma opens their doormat to see some garbage outdated memes on their doorstep. Absolutely disgusting. They close the door again, going back to their tea. What is it, 2006?

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Send me a word and my muse will reveal a memory that has to do with it.

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“Oh, you know. Drank a lot of tea at Alf’s.. still do, actually.” Fisma hesitantly strokes the other paramite’s.. head.. with a gentle hand. “Don’t really get out of my hut much. I do a lot of meditating..?”

Woolie circles around Fisma a few times before crawling into his lap, nudging his face appendages against his hand. “So, what have you b-been up to since the b-big escape?” Ukashi strokes Brambles as they talk, and the Paramite curls up contently.

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“Alright, pal..” Fisma ( with slightly shaking knees ) sits down on the spot, legs crossing. He now has a Paramite sniffing at him, which is, at least, an improvement to it trying to eat him. Also, there’s no Bees, so it’s a winning situation. 

For the first time in a year, they actually smile. “I know, it’s b-been a while, hasn’t it?” They take a seat on the ground and Brambles crawls into their lap. Woolie comes to crawl in too but Brambles hisses at him, so he scurries next to Fisma instead. “T-take a seat, Fisma. It’s ok, they won’t b-bite now that they know we’re friends.”

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Fisma pauses from their cowering to take a closer look at the mudokon before them. They squint for a few moments before speaking up with a guess. “Ukashi..? Wow, I haven’t seen you since Abe went all Skeleton War on the brewery..!”

Ukashi snarled before they took a closer look at the Mudokon.  “Wait a minute… Fisma?” They blinked. “From SoulStorm?” Ukashi clicks their tongue and chatters, and the Paramites retreat to behind them. “I’m so sorry, I d-d-didn’t even recognize you. I-I’m sure you d-d-didn’t recognize me with how long my feathers have grown…”

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“Can we not resort to violence? Why does everyone want to eat me?” Fisma just edges backwards, looking nervous. “Can we talk this out? Can I just.. leave..? Let me swooce right out.”

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Ukashi stumbled back, seeing that the other Mudokon had entered their territory. “W-who are you?” They trembled, their eyes full of fear.

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Myu is in Fisma's house. Why are they there? We just don't know, but they're rubbing their body on the couch. -mutation-nurse

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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how much for a blowie

Ten dollars and you leave my house.

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why you always getting yourself killed dawg

I’m not dead, but sometimes I feel like I’ve died inside.

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“Just a memeloving fuck in a world.. that sucks.” Wow, it rhymed, too. Good job Fisma.

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Ukashi stumbled back, seeing that the other Mudokon had entered their territory. “W-who are you?” They trembled, their eyes full of fear.

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Nice..! Nice..? Fisma is just. Left to stand there. He does so for a few moments, before edging out the way he came and away from the door Myu and. Dr. Hardguy went through.

"You're Fresh-Mea-, I mean, Fisma, right?" Myu drops down from the ceiling in front of them, putting out their hand to him. "It's nice to meet (read: meat) you, uhuhu~" -mutation-nurse

There they go, down the ceiling to stand in front of him. “Yep, you got me. I’m Fisma. My talents include dying inside and passive-aggressive graffiti on the bathroom stalls. And who are you?”