[It had been just another random winter day. Since he hadn't transformed by morning, Zelos thought he was safe.
He's in the middle of town when it happens. One second he was going to go grab some groceries, the next he is groceries. Thunk. That is one juicy melon just sitting in the snow helplessly, Luceti.]W-what? Didn't think I tripped
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Wait, what? Say that again?
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Good evening...?
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What's up?
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Considering an obviously sentient being delicious goes against her every moral, but not against the instinct of this body.
She pauses to look up at the sky, taking the question seriously.]
There are clouds and a light snowfall.
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Are you a rice bun or a melon?
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...What she finds is most certainly not the Chosen.]
Zelos?
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...You are a melon.
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Well, aren't you an ugly one.
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