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I kind of got soul-swapped with Bulba. Like, we switched bodies or whatever. I dunno, thought you guys should know. I don't know when it'll wear off. Not soon enough...

... Anyway, yeah. That's it.

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[Marie had absolutely no idea who this girl was. He didn't know her name, and he wasn't even sure if he'd ever seen her face before. And she was hugging him. And he really hated every second that passed by. He struggled to smile for her.]

Yeah, I guess it's alright. I mean... I guess the sun is nice?

[UHHH.]

[Marie, do you remember that one girl who was sticking her tongue at you? That's her.

She's latching onto your arm now.]

Yeah! Oh, would you like to go for a walk around campus? Or maybe the greenhouse? I'd like to visit your plants again!

[Cheerful forever.]

[He really, really did not want to do any of those things. The greenhouse topped the list of Marie's least favorite places on campus. But he didn't want to seem weird or anything like that.]

Whatever you wanna do is fine? I mean, like, we can do that if you want to.

[More than anything he wished she would just let go of him.]

[Nope, not letting go anytime soon.]

Really??? [Squeal.] YEAY!! Let's go now!

[And now she's pulling "Bulba" by the arm towards the green house.]

[Whyyyyyyyyyyyy.

"Bulba" dragged his feet as he followed Gladys. At the moment, it was hard to come up with a situation much worse than this one. At least they had decided to tell their trainers the truth, anyway...

He worried, at some point during the brief walk to the greenhouse, if Gladys was going to expect him to know all of Bulba's plants. And he worried about what it would feel like in there. Nothing about this seemed like it would be enjoyable.]

[And Gladys finally notices the lack of enthusiasm "Bulba" had. So she stops dragging him along and stops walking.]

What's wrong?

[She's still smiling, but there's more of a small concerned look on her face.]

[To say he had been making any real effort to seem Bulba-like was a lie. Really all he did was agree to go for a walk with this stranger. There was no attempt to act like Bulba's usual ~~annoying~~ jolly self.]

Oh... Nothing, I just feel a little weird or whatever...

[Yeahhhh. Smooth, Marie.]

[And then Gladys tilts her head. Something feels a little off about Bulba today...]

Did you just say "whatever?"

[Marie countered with a concerned frown.]

Yeah. ...Is that bad?

You usually don't say that?

[Do you see a question mark on top of her head. She's start to feel a little off being close to Bulba...]

Uh, yeah, I guess not. Like I said, I'm just sort of feeling kind of weird?

[He looked at something else other than Gladys.]

Sorry...?

Well... it's okay! ...I think? If you're not feeling happy, maybe I can make you feel happy then!

[Can't read atmosphere at all yeahhh]

You don't have to. It's okay... Let's just do whatever you wanted to do, or whatever. That, uh...

[Pause. Uncomfortable.]

That would make me happy, I guess.

You said "whatever" again! Now it's three times!

[She's going to start counting, it's bugging her so much But she's distracted with what "Bulba" says.]

Okay! Let's... Hmm. Would you like to listen to my music again?? I practiced more on different songs now!

[Wow, this chick was annoying. According to Marie, anyway. No, he didn't want to hear her music. He starts walking towards the greenhouse again.]

Uh, wh- [Don't say whatever.] Sure...?

[Well she's back to her happy smiling self as she latches back onto your arm.]

I don't have my guitar with me, but I can sing the song right now!

[And then she starts singing.]

[Augh being latched onto sucked. Gladys' singing sucked. Everything about this sucked. Marie was growing more irate by the second.

Maybe she'd let go and stop singing once they were in the greenhouse. Speaking of; they had arrived. And Marie was hesitant to enter. He just glanced at Gladys.]

[She takes no mind as she pulls "Bulba" into the greenhouse. Nope, she wasn't going to let go but yes, she stopped singing... only because she was going to talk.]

Oh, I just love talking to them all, they're all really nice to me!

[At least she stopped singing. That was a start. But upon entering the greenhouse, Marie was completely overwhelmed with the feeling of life surrounding him. It would have been nice if the plants would just shut up.

Marie nervously shifted his eyes back to Gladys.]

Yeah... So, uh, do you have any plants here, or whatever?

[It's either going to be singing, dancing, or talking. Or maybe a combination of the three. ~~Talking in a singing voice while dancing.~~ BUT THERE'S THAT "WHATEVER" AGAIN.]

I actually don't have any. I'm a wandering plant, so I don't think I would be a good mother if I had any in here.

[The energetic smile turns into a softer one as she kneels down to lightly pet one of the flowers. And then she gets a little confused; why would Bulba even ask that?]

...I never told you this before? I thought I did? [Or even probably implied? For the first time ever, Gladys actually starts getting suspicious at Bulba.]

[Marie shrugged.]

I dunno, I guess I forgot. Sorry...

[Was she... petting that flower? Was that a thing that people did? Marie reached over and gently patted a fern.

See? Totally Bulba.]

It's okay! I probably didn't say it before, maybe that's why!

[She gave a reassuring smile at the other.]

I mean, I sometimes forget what I say too!

[Marie met Gladys' reassuring smile with a rather irritated frown that he couldn't seem to wipe off his face. Rather than saying anything in reply, he just shrugged. What was about to come out was another "whatever" that he managed to stifle.]

[And then Gladys is confused. Why was Bulba looking so irritated? He usually smiles and says nice things back.]

Are you sure you're okay? You look kind of angry today.

[Marie let out a sound that was something between an annoyed sigh and a groan.]

Seriously? I told you I'm just feeling kind of weird.

[He made no effort to mask the glare he was directing right at Gladys.]

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