[That's about when Harlequin topples out of his chair. The only reason he doesn't fall flat on his face is because he gets help, but that little text bomb is enough to push even his lazy ass into overdrive. He laughs off his club members' aid before running out to "grab a snack."
Alone in the hallway, he takes a deep breath. How could he not have noticed any of this before? Can he trust his own senses even now? What else is he missing? Could this somehow be nothing but an elaborate prank? He doesn't remember Xiaolang being much of a jokester. And there's no way Sakura would put him up to it.
It's ten minutes after Harlequin first reads Xiaolang's text that he sends his reply.]
I'm not saying I believe you, but hypothetically, if I did. What do you mean by original self?
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Alone in the hallway, he takes a deep breath. How could he not have noticed any of this before? Can he trust his own senses even now? What else is he missing? Could this somehow be nothing but an elaborate prank? He doesn't remember Xiaolang being much of a jokester. And there's no way Sakura would put him up to it.
It's ten minutes after Harlequin first reads Xiaolang's text that he sends his reply.]
I'm not saying I believe you, but hypothetically, if I did. What do you mean by original self?