Bezier sat on her bed, mumbling about something in a deadpan manner.

“Hey, Bezzy?”

“Hm?” She turned around to see one of her non-reformed changeling friends. “Oh... hey.”

“Let me guess... something’s up.” Cryonix cautiously trotted over and sat next to her.

“...It’s nothing. Well, actually, it’s something, but...”

“Well, what is it?”

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“Nixieeee! Get up! I’m bored!”

Cryonix groaned and stirred even more upon hearing that nickname. “What, Bezerk? It’s seven AM.”

The pink-maned changeling laid next to the him, grinning. “Really now? I’ve been up since five.”

“Naturally.”

“Heh. I know how much you’re a heavy sleeper.”

“Of course you do.”

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“So Cryo, you said you were a ticklish bug, right?”

“Heh, yep. Why?”

“Heh, well, you’ll be happy to know that I reign as the third most ticklish changeling here, behind Thorax and Pharynx, obviously.”

“No. I do.”

“No. I do.”

*And the two continued arguing like this for half an hour. Then...*

“You know what? There’s only one way to solve this.”

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“Ooh, they’re here! They’re finally here!”

Cryonix nearly jumped out of his seat as he heard his coltfriend’s excited shrieks. “What’s here?”

“Oh, I just ordered a new pair of spiked hoof bands! You wanna see ‘em?”

“Heh. Dunno how they’ll be different from the fifty other ones you have, but okay. Show them to me.”

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