Flow ;; Chapter 3

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"Dude. Wake up."

A warm nose prodded her stomach, moist with water. Her slowly let her eyes slide open to greet the dawn. The pink tinge of a sunrise met her gaze, along with a black hind leg in the left side of her field of vision. Tuna's. It had to be. Her swiped her head around to look at her partner. She was wet all over - apparently she'd been swimming. "What is it."

"Got a new job in the Otherworld. I was seeing RJ off and heard about some new company. Better nip 'em in the bud."

Renjoack. The calm of last night vanished, leaving behind an ice-cold wave of panic that gripped the chocolate doe. Her felt herself fighting for breath, her eyes moistening with tears. He's gone again. AGAIN. And I let him go this time. She took a deep breath, her lip trembling. Tunafish looked as if she was fighting with herself for speech. "It's okay. Really. He was just here, you got to see him." A tinge of exasperation marred her voice.

She was going against her character, being this considerate. What a fool Her was making of herself! Obsessing, wrapped up in her own life, and dragging down the one who looked up to her. Her own anger clawed at her sadness, almost like a seperate being. I've gotta stop this. NOW. Slowing her breathing, she shook her head fiercely and pulled herself upright. "Alright. It's fine. When are we leaving?"

Tuna seemed slightly relieved and shrugged. "Now, if you want."

"Michael?"

Almost immediately, the wind around them picked up. A warm feeling engulfed the pair, and they were gone, speeding across time and space. Her felt herself changing - almost as if she was rising into a permanent rear. Her spine straightened, fur being replaced by skin. Before she could blink, they were sitting on the floor of Tunafish's apartmen, naked and human.

Tuna pulled herself to her feet and crossed the room in a few unsteady strides - equalizing with a body is a bit difficult when you have half the legs you did before. "Here." Deftly, she tossed Her's uniform to her and pulled her own on. "We're gonna hafta hurry if we wanna catch them off guard."

Her nodded vaguely. Subconsiously, her mind had strayed back to Renojack, and her thoughts were wandering. Tunafish bit her lip to hold her own words in and leapt over to the older woman. "Hurry up and get those on! We gotta go!" Her eyes flickered with the excitement of the chase. Her snapped back to reality and mumbled an apology, slipping into her suit quickly. Scarcely after she had finished, her friend grabbed har hand and yanked her towards the door. "Let's go!"

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It had all happened so fast. The excitement of the raid, the fighting. Then the gunshots. The pain. And now here they were, barely conscious, curled on the side of the building in an allyway. Shot and fallen from five floors up.

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Hoboy short. XD Next part might be a bit sad, lol. SUCK IT UP PLEASE. c:
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AS YOU WISH. -sucks it up

AS YOU WISH.
-sucks it up like a beverage far better than iced coffee- <3333333333
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lkjfsa I be scared of next

lkjfsa
I be scared of next chapter. D8
-begins to suck-

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