[Here's a Paul. Here is a thirty-two year old Paul. Sipping his coffee at the dinner table, doing some reading. Just another new day without his son in the house, la de da de daaa~
Welp, it's that time. Better check the mail.
He opens the door to find...
This is NOT where he lives. This is NOT Veilstone. He turns around. But this IS his house.
Huh.
He's
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oh wait the door closed.
oh wait there he is. PURPLE HAIR WHAT.
oh there went the door again.
oh there he is again. Shit, that is him, isn't it.
Don't mind the Nidoran he's holding. That is female and also purple. His MUCH YOUNGER AGE should be the striking detail, probably.]
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This is strange, but he hopes that it will all magically go away without anything too strange happening. Maybe he should go back to sleep.
Maybe. But first he's going to take one good long look at this crazy place outside his house and-
What?
No.
It's not-
WhoisthatWHOISTHAAAAAT?!
adflkjas; he did NOT see his younger self.
NO HE DIDN'T.]
[You'll find that Older Paul is giving you not so pleased look as his brain dies. Again.]
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Yeah. He does not approve of this. At all.
Now it's just a matter of who breaks the silence.]
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Oh god WHY. This is so horrible.
He's just going to glare at you until you disappear. POOF. Vanish. Come oooon.
Crap. Crap crap.]
Kid.
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Though, thinking of the mute Ash and the Ash he meant, was he really the same?]
Brat.
So, what the hell is this place?
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[Oh, how he loves to be a total bitch to himself.]
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[Didn't you just call him (read:yourself) a little shit earlier? How hypocritical you are Older Paul.]
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[The little one smells hypocrisy like a bloodhound, considering... he's a hypocrite all the time.]
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I have more experience than you so I'd say I'm fit to judge myself.
[He's a hypocrite too. What a COINCIDENCE. It's almost like we're related or something.
Waaaait-]
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I've heard that sorry excuse before. But I'll humor you for now. This island is some sort of sentient dimensional nexus. It's as asinine as it sounds, but given that there's two of us, you've no room to question it. And no, you can't leave.
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No one knows your sorry faults and fears more than yourself, but I'm sure you think about them enough on your own.
[But enough of this wonderful teasing. He needed off this island and back home. Though his little self put up an irrefutable argument.
What was he going to do? Paul put his hand on his chin and leans slightly to the side as his eyes are closed, thinking.]
Hmmm...
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I've been here for a year and... five months. Just to give you an example.
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What do you DO here? Sit around and wait until you go home? [That's boring. But at least he's gathered that the things aren't going to get messed up while he's gone.]
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