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The Dealmakers cast the world into strange shades of pink and yellow, blending into a lemonade-flavored whole. At first, it had hurt their head a bit, but slowly Kris has adjusted to the colors. It's nice to have the bright lights of the city dampened by something other than their bangs, at least.
They head back out of Sweet Cap'n Cakes' little shop, tucking a last few CD Bagels into their inventory. Idly, they wonder - the trio had mentioned someone, probably Spamton, trying to get them to break into the mansion, hadn't they? But there had been no comment on Kris' new look--
They jolt as static fills their ears, followed by a familiar distorted voice, audio clipping at the edges.
"THOSE [[Top Hits Of The 90s, 00s, and Today!]] AND I DIDN'T TALK MUCH. I KNOW A [[Dead]] DEAL WHEN I SEE ONE, AFTER ALL!!! I HAD TO WORK WITH MY OWN MOXIE!! LIFT MYSELF UP BY MY OWN [[Silly Strings]]!!!!" A pause. "ALSO, I HADN'T CREATED MY [[Signature style for Fall]]."
Quickly, almost worried, Kris manages a glance behind them as their feet start to walk - but Susie and Ralsei are following behind, talking to each other about some nuance of healing magic. Susie glances back at them and grins, but there's no sign of a reaction to that voice.
Hesitantly, Kris pushes a thought forward.
Can Spamton hear them?
"WELL, YEAH, KID! [[Communication]] IS THE KEY TO ANY GREAT PARTNERSHIP!!! YOU AND ME, WE"RE HEADING FOR THE [[Big Time]] TOGETHER, RIGHT? CAN'T DO THAT WITHOUT TALKING!" In the corner of Kris' eyes, for a moment, they swear they see a familiar grin.
They take a moment to consider that, even as their body keeps walking, heading for the shortcut door.
Finally, hesitantly, they raise another idea in their mind.
"WHAT? YOU WANT TO CHAT WHILE YOU WORK? DO SOME [[Networking]]?! WELL, I DON'T MIND GIVING [[10 Must-Know Business Tips]] TO MY [[Favorite Customer]]!" There's a distorted laugh. "WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW, KRIS?"
They take their time, considering. There are endless options before them, after all. There's plenty of things to know.
Finally, at last, they decide.
"MY FAVORITE... KID, WHAT THE [[$!$!]] IS A POKEMON."
They grin to themselves.
And even as their body walks on, silent, expressionless, every part of them dampened - they begin to talk.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M LIKE SOME KIND OF [[Drinky Bird]]?!"
They think they could get used to the new colors of their world.