treehuggingbastard:

“Ya can’t just ask me somethin’ like that and expect me to forget it.”

“—and whaddya blushin’ about? Don’t tell me ya got a fever now, too.”

“Who’s blushing? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe we should get your eyes checked while we’re at it.”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

replicatedviscount:

“I once thought that way and it came back to bite me in the ass. Well, if you’re sure that you’re the real Yuri then I won’t argue with you. But the sudden memory loss is rather iffy and suspicious… I’ll leave it alone for now.”

“—now you’re just making me feel bad. Look, I’m sorry I don’t remember you. But what do you want me to do about? You’re not the only one who finds this weird.”

treehuggingbastard:

“Whaddya mean…?”

“N-nothing. Forget it.”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

treehuggingbastard:

“Huh? What is it?” Now, he scoots his way over to the bed, sitting down. “Anything I can help with?”

“…is there something you’re not telling me?”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

halfelfscholar:

“Well, I tried writing them letters. But I never heard anything in return.”

“But that’s why I’m taking matters into my own hands. That’s what Lloyd would probably do anyway, if he were looking for me”

“Especially since he’s not that good at writing”

“Heh. If Flynn wasn’t so busy, he’d probably chase me down every single time, too.”

treehuggingbastard:

“No problem~”

-A short while later, after Ty returns with a doctor in tow-

Ty’s just sitting off to the side, keeping out of the way. “Anything yet, guys?” Well, someone’s awfully impatient.

“…I’m not sure what to make of any of this.”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

replicatedviscount:

“Honestly? Beats me. I’m not sure where you’ve even been these past few months which… well, since you don’t remember it won’t mean very much to you so maybe I shouldn’t bother mentioning it. Anyways, there’s no real point in tr-“

“You’re not a replica or Yuri, are you?”

“That’s a weird question to ask. I’m me. I’m pretty damn sure of that.”

treehuggingbastard:

“Alright… I’ll handle that, you just go an’ lie down already.”

“—thanks, Ty.”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

replicatedviscount:

“Think what you will but I have several hundred witnesses and my wife who is absolutely never wrong.”

“So then why don’t I remember anything…?”

treehuggingbastard:

“Oh! R-right, c’mon then. We can getcha a room nearby or somethin’.”

“It’s not like me to get dizzy spells. Much as I don’t want to, we should probably call a doctor.”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

replicatedviscount:

“I know, right? Here’s the kicker, it was held inside the royal castle’s throne room.”

“You’re telling me I got all dressed up for a royal— I call bullshit.”

treehuggingbastard:

“Feel…? Whaddya talkin’ about now?”

“Ow, what the hell—? …I think I should lay down for a sec.”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

treehuggingbastard:

“… why would I do somethin’ like that?”

“…did you just feel something?”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)

replicatedviscount:

“So you really don’t remember me or anything we’ve been through? The time you dragged me into a bar and got me completely smashed? When you came to my wedding?”

“I went to a wedding? Willingly?”

treehuggingbastard:

“One that’ll hang ya up from your toes if ya don’t shut it.”

“I bet you secretly love the sound of my voice.”

(Source: smugbastardsyndrome)