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"Hey," Miles waved as he walked through a portal. Hobie, finally, made him a watch. Maybe Miguel knew, maybe he didn't. "Whacha do-"
Miles cut himself off. His otherself, the Prowler, quickly paused his computer. On there was some cute childish show. In his hands was a small cat plush.
Prowler dropped his plushie on the floor and stood up from his chair. Miles could just sense his anger.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, walking closer.
"I just thought you'd enjoy the company!" Miles put his hands up in defense.
"Well I clearly don't. Go home, Morales-"
"What show are you watching?" Miles asked, slipping past the other.
"I- It's none of your business!" Prowler said, trying to run to his computer.
"Bluey?" Miels asked, blocking his otherself's path. "Hey I like this show, what season are you on?"
". . . What?"
"I'm on the ending of season one. It's so good isn't it!" Miles smiled. Then he picked the cat plush from earlier. "Hey, you dropped your friend."
"You're mocking me, aren't you?" Prowler asked, eyeing Miles.
"Mocking? You're regressed, aren't you?" Miles asked. "I mean, I only assumed. I could have gotten it wrong."
"Regressed?" Prowler asked.
". . . Are you messing with me?" Miles asked. "It feels like you're messing with me."
Prowler snatched the plush from Miles's hands and pushed him back through the portal. Miles started rambling about something, but was cut off when he was finally pushed through.
Prowler shut off his computer and angrily thew his plush against the wall. Tonight was the one night of the week he got to relax. His mom worked late, and Uncle Aaron and him didn't have work to do.
But instead of doing that, Miles had to come annoy him. He sighed and went over to his punching bag.
"I'm back," Miles walked through again. This time, he quickly shut off his portal. "Forgot to do that last time."
"Well go away," Prowler said.
"Nah, I don't wanna," Miles sat in his chair. He types his own password in, reopening the Bluey tab.
"Don't touch that!" Prowler hissed, rushing over.
"Don't you wanna finish your episode?" Miles asked.
"No! No I don't! I'm not feeling like that anymore!" Prowler sighed. It was such a lie. He still felt fuzzy, and small, and vulnebral. And Miles was being annoying.
"Feelling like what?" Miles asked.
"It's nothing," Prowler sat on his bed. "Just go away."
"Did you throw your kitty?" Miles frowned as he spotted the cat. "Man you shouldn't do that, you could have seriously hurt her."
"No!" Prowler gasped, reaching for his stuffie. When he realized his actions he quickly crossed his arms. "I mean, it's whatever. It's just a stuffie."
"Here you go. And you shouldn't call her just a stuffie, it might hurt her feelings," MIles said as he gave him the stuffie, sitting across from him on the bed. "I know my puppy stuffie would."
"Your stuffie?" Prowler asked.
"Yeah, when I regress, I have a puppy stuffie I carry around," Miles smiled. "There's nothing wrong with it."
"How do you know you regress?" Prowler quietly asked.
"Well, people regress in many different ways. When I regress, I can become very giggly, and I start sucking my thumb.
"I don't do that stuff," Prowler mumbled. Though it was a lie. He smiled more often when he felt like this. He sometimes sucked his thumb without realizing it. But he couldn't admit that.
"But do you feel?" Miles asked. "Fuzzy? Young? Vulbrebal?"
". . .Sometimes my mind goes fuzzy? I don't know, it's . . weird. I can't do much, I just watch movies and hang out with her," Prowler shrugged, petting his kitty plushie. "I didn't know it had some name."
"That's alright. I didn't know either until Hobie spoke to me about it. I was pretty scared of it was first," Miles lightly chuckled. "But I learned that it was alright to be a kid sometimes.
"I'm not some dumb kid," Prowler huffed.
"Hey, I regress too you know," Miles pouted.
"Yeah, but you are dumb. So it doesn't change much," Prowler grumbled.
"I think someone's grumpy," Miles teased, gently poking his side. Prowler whined and waved him away.
"Not grumpy," he mumbled.
"Liar. . . Hey, I know how scary it is being alone while you're like this. Would you be willing to let me hang out with you?" Miles asked. "I can leave if you like, and we can act like we never had this talk."
". . . Don't wanna be alone," Prowler mumbled. "But wanna watch Bluey."
"Bluey it is," Miles got up, unpausing the computer.
The two were silent for a long time. Prowler Miles gave tiny giggles here and there to the show. He also began chewing on his stuffie's ear. Miles wondered if he had a pacifier somewhere around here. Probably not, since he didn't even know that he did regress. Maybe he could get Hobie to make him one?
Prowlers slowly moved towards him. Miles didn't say anything, not even when Prowler laid his head on Miles's shoulder. Nor when Prowler slowly moved to lay his head on Miles's lap. Instead, Miles put Prowler's nearby jacket on him like a small blanket. Prowler let out a small whine but didn't complain any further.
And, for once, the two existed in peace.