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Waru and Felix were walking down the streets of Rostov, around 6 in the afternoon. They had been sent out to get some groceries after Waru ruined some soup. Felix was annoyed, and Waru was too.
"Why did you ruin the soup? Fëdor worked hard on it! Now we're out here in the cold getting some quick shitty food..." Felix huffs, and waru rolls his eyes or at least the green swirls in his glasses.
"It wasn't my fault! It was sitting there, and I was bored!" Waru complains, crossing his arms.
They both pause as they hear arguing coming from down an alleyway, and they look at each other.
"Do you...hear that?" Waru whispers, and Felix nods.
"Yeah, it sounds like....us?" Felix mutters, confused.
They poke their heads around the corner, and spot two figures. One looks similar to felix, though he has a white suit jacket and teal jeans. He faces away from them, scolding a figure that looks similar to waru. The waru figure had no glasses, and was cowering from the other felix. Waru's face scrunched up seeing the others eyes, and Felix was stunned.
"You useless brat! You can't even hold bags correctly! How do you think we owe you anything, when you cant even do small things!" The other Felix shouts, crossing his arms.
"Uh, is that...you?" Waru asks, looking at the Felix next to him then at the Felix in the alleyway who has stiffened.
"Hello? Is someone there?" The other Felix asks, turning and facing them. There's a long silence as the 3 look at each other, and the other felix slowly starts stalking up to them. Felix and Waru start backing away, and the other Felix tilts his head and grins.
"Well, well, well. It seems the thieves have made themselves known. Interesting to show your faces so close to our domain!" The other felix says, and waru grabs felix and bolts.
"NOPE NOPE NOPE FUCK THAT FUCK THAT!" Waru shouts, and Felix is stumbling behind him trying to keep up. They rush into the apartment building, not looking back to see if the other felix was following. They slam into the apartment, and waru is locking the door every way that he can while felix stumbles before collapsing on the ground.
Fëdor rushes in from the kitchen, having been working on cleaning the pot that was previously used for the ruined soup.
"What is the matter with you two?!" He asks, frustrated but concerned.
"WE- WE SAW PEOPLE THAT LOOKED LIKE US AND THE ONE THAT LOOKED LIKE ME WAS BEING MEAN TO THE ONE THAT LOOKED LIKE WARU AND- AND-" felix sits up panicked, hyperventilating and waving his arms around.
Fëdor takes a deep breath, raising an eyebrow. "Slowly, Felix. Explain it slowly." He says, hands out in a calming manner.
"We saw people, people who looked like us. The one that looked like me didn't have glasses, and he looked scared. The one that looked like felix had his jacket from the card world, and looked angry." Waru explains, leaning against the door. "He saw us, the felix, and he chased us...we think. We didn't look back, but we ran here." Waru concludes, and kuromaku looks up from the arm chair where he had been reading.
"Alternative clones, an odd thing. Fëdor, was there possibly a separate deck? Or something similar?" Kuromaku asks, and Fëdor is frozen.
"I...have some things to explain." Fëdor mutters "kuromaku, please grab the others."