We're a thunderstorm!

"What I really like to do is go into a Marnuck camp-"

"Woah there, mini-pard! What's gotten into you?"

"If you would let me finish," Seren preens, "I was going to say that what I really like to do is go into a Marnuck camp and turn on my raygun. It's really satisfying."

"...rrriiight. I forgot you like mowing through mobs." In other words, I forgot you're crazy like that. Qmoevas and Quos, Puges and Pugiliths, Convergers and Cutthroats? No thanks. Yelv really has no patience for the Zigs that take aim at target from the other frickin' end of the base and expect you to just deal with it while they ignore the fact that they're actually not doing all that much damage.

Almost like he thinks they're sentient, which he doesn't.

"Oh, speaking of mobs, don't tell Mimi, but-"

Yelv rolls his eyes without even listening for whatever juicy deets are about to come next. "Yeah, right. Not gonna promise." Don't tell Mi. Heh. In your dreams, bud.

Seren's eyes, opposite him, narrow. "But, I took a look at that shepherding Sylooth up in Noctilum today."

Oh. Ohhh. "And when you say 'took a look' you're talking...?"

"The sheep were very sweet, but they went as lambs to the...never having any more daughters. If you know what I mean."

"Crissakes, Seren, did you have to? I mean, why even tell me?"

"So that you know Pyotr dear is hopping, headbutting mad about his dear departed babies."

Yeah, okay, but-- "When do I even go to Noctilum?"

"Right now, with me. ONWARD!"

"You do have to stop giving Yelv the stink-eye every time you see him, though."

"But why? It's kinda my thing," Seren proclaims with a shrug. "Like, you're sweet to him because you're sweet on him, so someone has to be a little nasty. And that someone is me!" This statement comes accompanied by emphatic fingers gesturing toward an invisible surface between the two of them for "on" and then those same pointers wrapping around to indicate one very bright, beaming, haloed-and-vitiligoed face.

Something seems off about this logic, to Mimi. She knows that Seren had been perfectly kind to Yelv, even cordial if not conciliatory, for the first few weeks they'd known him, instantly slotting him in as a crucial part of their team not to be subbed out for anyone, so long as he wasn't otherwise occupied with Mimi. And it doesn't seem like they're particularly anxious about intruding on the two J-Bodies' relationship, either. So then, what gives?

"It's not like I don't tease him myself," Mimi acknowledges. "I totally get the appeal. But...well, he's starting to come back a little bit grumpy, whenever he hangs out with you."

And loser is as loser does; if Yelv got the short end of the stick from a short person, then maybe he had it coming. Mimi is absolutely relentless with him, and she has no intention nor even any inkling of an inclination to give it up anytime soon. Grumpy is nothing and nothing new, to her.

But that's about a moody bastard, in general. Could one ever suspect Seren to be...toxic? No, surely not.

When Seren doesn't respond to this accusation of observed behavior, Mimi adds, "You're not a nasty person, Seren. I'm not even just saying that as your friend. It's just true. You're nice. You're kind. You're-"

"SAPPYYYYY," boos Seren, cutting her off. "Hey, Yelv? Yelv!! It's a 7-1-1! It's a 3-3-3! She's giving me the pleading emoji! Help meeeee!"

Yelv doesn't really like admitting any sort of direct similarity to Mimi's weird friends, because his independence and ability to pick up and go on his own is one of his favorite things about himself (well, was, until Mimi just up and replaced that in the opposite direction), but it's starting to get creepy just how many things he's noticed.

Mimi's got the ears, L's got the horns, Seren's got the bob, Yelv's got the face markings.

Seren's got the raygun, Yelv's got the photon saber, Mimi's got the psycho launchers, L's got the shield.

He and Mi are both around average height (meaning, tall for guys and short for girls), while L'Seren are definitely not.

The kooky twins are ageless; meanwhile, yelvmi? Just 22.

And, well...angel meet devil, much?

Nah. Nahhh. Every amnesiac on Mira has a favorite other BLADE to work with. That's just sorta how it goes, unless you're a total loner who hates people, which Yelv isn't, anymore, thankfully. And since opposites attract, or whatever it is Mi would say, this is just how it is, with the four of them.

Agh, god! No, the two of them. Just the two of 'em, and nothin' else about a pard-and-a-half (or two, if L really is that unseriously tall) skulkin' along in the background.

Come to think of it, if you turned Yelv's hair blue like Seren's, it'd sorta look just like L's, with all the feathering goin' on...

It's gonna be a long few months, isn't it?

"You pick such interesting armor," Seren says, idly. "Like, here I am in my dumb hoodie and shorts, and you're all decked out with feathers and boots and everything." Not to mention, different oufits every day, and of course always matching with Yelv. Not just the armor sets themselves, or a thought of a hint toward a shared palette, but full-on costume days, and photoshoots, and the whole nine styles of jazz. That's called pookie, or something. Maybe it's also called inefficient.

Mimi looks doubtful, no matter what it's called. "Oh, not sarcasm?"

"No word of a sly."

Well. But there's a thought. Since they do everything together, do they do...everything, together?

It's not a question Seren actually wants answered. It's really not even a question they wanted to find themselves asking, just to themselves.

Mimi provides, however, by blushing and giving a bashful twirl of her trademark miniskirt over thigh-high combat trudgers. "Yes, I'm usually the more adventurous one. I didn't want to wait until someone else told me what they liked best, so I just tried the various options until something clicked. And then Yelv liked it best anyway! So he does trust my fashion sense. If he doesn't want to change, though, I try to find something that fits his outfit instead."

Yep. Wayyy less thought to just throw on a hoodie and a halo and call it done. Seren's glad of the comfy choice, since they can tell Mimi won't be done expounding her dress theory anytime soon.

"Mi-mi-mi-mi-miii..."

Say what, now? "What on Mira are you two doing?"

Seren shoots Yelv a cross look. "Warming up for the Liceor opera, obviously." The look melts when they turn back to their impromptu rehearsal. "Now, L?"

L responds in kind, gently closing cir eyes and ascending to the next note in the scale on a wavering countertenor.

"Alright, alright. As long as you don't get Mi tangled up in your craziness..."

"Oh, don't worry." Seren smiles, and for a moment Yelv almost feels at ease. "She's just coming a little later. She'll be ready if we have to put a drone in her ears!"

"Put a WHAT?!"

At this show of righteous cowboy consternation, L takes a break from the solfege to explain, "We've developed an art-of-the-state" (Seren makes a face, puzzled at why that doesn't sound quite right) "sound system for use in over-ear implants, such that we can broadcast any pitch we wish. With it, Mirabilis will be humming along!"

So these two goofy goody-goodies still manage to be harmless, somehow. "Okay...sounds a little sus, but if you say so."

"Monopolize the monopolizer!" Seren sing-songs. "You know I collect Galactic Knights, sooo. Yeah."

"She's a Galactic Knight PLUS," Yelv snorts. "Nice try."

"But of course," exclaims L, only half-listening, as usual, "for she is your plus-one!"

Which is actually really frickin' cute, thanks. Only one problem: "I'm her plus-one, dingus. She's the main event."

Seren frowns. "Be nice to my mezzo. Ci shouldn't be wasting cir lovely voice arguing with you."

"Awful touchy today, mini-pard. I've never seen you this ready to spit. Somethin' crawl up your butt?"

"Seren misses Mirabilis," L informs him. "They have come to be rapid rivals!"

"That's 'fast friends', friend," Seren corrects, patting cim on the shoulder (well, more like almost-upper arm). But, they don't argue with the astute assessment. Yelv doesn't waste time thinking about how he doesn't know if this should concern him or not - he KNOWS it should, and does, and'll only continue to do so.