/*perhaps what they stand on is a garbled version of the walk in closet or a pc component or something like that. all I know is I want them to have a magic fight within their shared consciousness that resolves in them stopping fighting, nebula vs gamorra guardians 2 style.*/
Raincloud and Reprobate are sitting atop [idk] eating an unhealthy amount corn dogs and fries.
RAINCLOUD
Why have you got to be so dramatic?
REPROBATE
Seriously? I don’t know how else I’m supposed to work. Do I just walk right in unannounced? Or maybe just start slowly dissociating you? My name’s not freaking Gabriel. Best to just get it over with quick and move on, if that’s *dramatic* to you I don’t know what to tell you man.
As Reprobate speaks, he attempts to dip his corn dog in fry sauce. The sauce cup is too small, so he flicks it out of existence in a magical purplish smokey disappearance. The effect has two distinct layers, one the color of rainy’s scales, the other of reprobate’s accenting it. He conjures a brandless bottle of fry sauce and ejects its seemingly infinite contents into the boat of fries. His dipping efforts are satisfied by this.
RAINCLOUD
We could have talked about it, we’re talking about it right now.
REPROBATE
All of this is figurative, we’ve been talking about it this entire time if you really think about it.
RAINCLOUD
Well isn’t that just splitting hairs…
Reprobate conjures another corn dog. As he unsheathes it, he gives it comedic length. Raincloud looks across the cosmos of their shared consciousness.
RAINCLOUD
Okay it’s really weird we’ve got ears this time around. Actual ears!
He holds them incredulously. Reprobate twitches his curiously.
I know! I’m surprised we can even move them ourselves, you’d think we wouldn’t know how. Actually, didn’t you give us them yourself, on purpose? You designed our body.
RAINCLOUD
Yeah, I thought I’d try em out this time around. I remember I used to see other dragons with them and I’d think, ‘oh wow, they’re so ugly, they look incredibly bovine, disgusting.’ but they’re pretty cute right?
I’m a growing boy! I need *something* to keep me going. Besides, how do you think we’re supposed to maintain these curves?
He pauses to huffily dip his dog and take another bite.
REPROBATE
(muffled)
And so will you!
RAINCLOUD
Wait, did you edit my genetic template when I was building our body? I knew something was off when I woke up. I thought something had gone wrong, that freaked me out!
Reprobate’s head is turned away. We build up to him slowly turning. His eyes are murderous; all we see are the galaxy that effectively makes up the whites of his eyes. Extreme close up.
