Rosie_Jumper
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Saparata stands on a small rock formation jutting out from the water. When they make eye contact, he grins and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Come save me!”
Fluixon blinks—is he hallucinating? No. This Saparata doesn’t have dimples, his hair is an inch or two too long, and his eyes are more dull, less spirited and alive. More importantly, Saps is asleep below the deck. Fluixon flips him off.
“Hey,” Saparata whines, “that’s mean.”
“Pretending to be my friend is mean too.” Flux snaps.
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Or, "Dude, why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you aren't telling me?" AU