Texts From Last Night Meme.

[cinnamonical]

Y'all know the drill.

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[sponsorigami]

[ Having touched the intern already (from tripping over him and also trying to shake him awake), Ivan doesn't feel any different. Well, he's more awake than before, but he figures that could just be his adrenaline helping out. ]

I can try.

[ He shapeshifts into Wild Tiger and picks up the intern. Surprisingly, Ivan and the intern make it back to Pao-Lin without problem. The intern mutters something about pancakes when he's set back down in the stairwell. ]

[i_am_not_cute]

[Even knowing that it was Ivan who went down the stairs, it still startles Pao-Lin to see "Wild Tiger" emerging from the purple haze. In any case, after Ivan sets the intern down, Pao-Lin kneels down to inspect him (though for what, she's not sure).

But it's Ivan she addresses:]

How are you feeling? After being down in all that, I mean.

[Not to mention having to exert extra energy to save this intern, if that is indeed what he is.]

[sponsorigami]

[ Ivan wobbles as he changes back to himself. Why does he feel sleepy again? Could the purple and the sleepiness not be connected like they thought? However, he doesn't give a real chance to voice his concern or answer Pao-Lin's question.

The next thing Ivan knows is he's being hit by something hard from behind. There's a burst of pain. Then the world goes black.

... Does he... hear Mr. Sky High and Mr. Tiger? ]

We award LinLin no points, and may the gods have mercy on their souls.

[i_am_not_cute]

["Oiiiiii! Anybody in here?!" comes the familiar voice of HeroTV's resident tigerdad. He stomps in through the hole he just created into the side of HQ and looks around.

Meanwhile, HeroTV's human golden retriever enters at a more leisurely place. "We are here to help and assist you!" he calls, the winds swirling around him clearing some of the haze in the air.

Pao-Lin, however, is buried under an unconscious Ivan, who crashed into her after Wild Tiger kicked that hole into the side of HQ and who in turn is buried under the resulting rubble. So it's with a strained, fading voice that she mumbles:]

C-Careful...purple...ugh.

[And she passes out.

(That's all, folks!)]