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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL!

( I was a bit busy today but I wouldn't forget my little guy! It's been 9 years now. )

#melmas art #pauls birthday

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"If I just hide, this will all blow over, right?"

#open #throw short people day

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Upon hearing that he turned around looking less annoyed. "Thank you." The book was put aside as Dexter was then insisted to follow the other to a less open part of the library. He wasn't about to give away all their secrets in broad daylight.

"Here is safe. Look." A picture was shown to the scientist of two brothers, one being Paul and the other being his complete opposite making an immature face at the camera. "Yes, I'm a clone. An experiment was conducted separating rudeness from a person, but eventually we were combined back together to make well...Dexter. Until he was able to make us separate and not just two parts of a person."

The Dexter in question was yet to be properly seen but Paul and his brother's appearances differed so much even from the usual look. The nicer one having a much happier disposition and freckles, the other having all attributes that would deem him a punk and menace to adults.

"I do apologize for being direct earlier but we simply aren't the same so our names were changed to match who we are."

Dexter stares, dumbfounded, as the other simply stands up and begins to walk away from the conversation. After a moment, he scoffs openly, obviously offended. Who does this clone think he is? The question is one Dexter asks himself both figuratively and literally.

He growls to himself, fidgeting with the edge of the table as he fights an internal battle. He couldn't just let a confounding discovery like this walk away, but preventing that from happening meant that Dexter would have to accept the fact that he'd been wrong.

The boy turns, sighing heavily. He supposes it feasible that a clone would want to separate themselves from their person of origin. He can try to deduce why later; right now, he needs to make amends.

Dexter follows after him, slowly. He clears his throat, trying to grab his attention again.

"I am… sorry, alright? This is— very puzzling, for me. I spoke and acted ahead of myself. I did not mean to… t-to disrespect you."

"Now then, eh… Paul. Paul Ider. May I have some answers? …Please. And thank you."

#tea has been served #outofmylab

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He would have gone willingly, if he wasn't immediately insulted. "I cannot lie, so yes. I attempted to distract you but I did not falsify any information. I would also like to add it would be appreciated if you respected me. I no longer go by that name."

Paul didn't back down, standing up and taking his book to walk away from the confrontation. "If you want any information you will have to address me as I asked with a please and thank you." It was somehow the kindest way of telling someone to leave without shouting. The other would be left behind as Paul walked away trying not to stomp in annoyance in such a public place.

Unfortunately, Dexter isn't one to back down from frustration aimed in his direction. His reaction to such things was the complete opposite, in fact— it would only make him more angry in return.

He narrows his eyes, leaving the room in a tense and uncomfortable silence as the fire within him flared.

"So," he begins with a hiss, "...you admit that you are nothing but a clone. You admit to your attempt to fool me. And you are still making your attempt as we speak. Offering up your falsified names in a hopeless attempt to convince me. I do not have time for this nonsense."

He steps forward, outstretching the palm of his glove. He taps the surface of the table with his other hand in impatience.

"You, Dexter McPherson, are coming with me. If you are going to continue to fabricate information as you have thus far, then I have no choice but to uncover the truth myself."

#tea has been served #outofmylab

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Any ruse he had that wouldn't last long was immediately broken by hearing that name when referring to himself. It was clear Dexter struck a nerve. A clone was the last person that needed to hear a college lecture on such theories and complications.

"We have met by the pure slim chance under one percent this is possible. You're well aware of those chances and how percentages work." His tone was direct which was a bit odd to hear when compared to his usual softness.

Looking directly at Dexter he corrected him, which admittedly he knew would cause more issue but it had to be done. "My name is Paul Ider. Please do not refer to me as 'Dexter' or 'McPherson' again."

"...What?"

That was a fairly apt word to describe the current situation overall, but Dexter is especially confused by how he's been responded to. The clone is avoiding the question— that much is clear.

He huffs, taking his hands from the table so that he could step back and cross his arms. He isn't going to fall victim to whatever mind games this child— this Dexter— is trying to drag him into.

"I believe you know exactly what is going on here." he starts, rising impatience in his tone. "I am not here to play your clever little games; I am here for answers. And you are going to give them to me, whether you want to do so or not."

"I do not need to question you to know that your name is Dexter McPherson. And my name is also Dexter McPherson. Have you, perhaps, pieced together what the issue is? If you are familiar with multiverse theory and the logistics of cloning, you may know that it is not exactly quotidian for two copies of the same person to meet. Yet, here we are."

"What I want to know is why. Why have we met? Do you know why? I have reason to believe that you, in fact, do."

#tea has been served #outofmylab #he mad

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What kind of fanbase would your character have?

people will not shut up about how they deserve better this character went though a lot and fans are BITTER they write a crazy amount of fix it fics and just generally talk about how the character deserves way better.

#dash games #concern.jpg

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Uh oh. He couldn't lie to anyone's face to save his own life. His brother was more capable of selling you something completely broken than he was.

"Well, you did walk up to me. Previously I was sitting a few feet away from you. And it's a bit impolite to simply accuse someone of being a clone. There is the theory of doppelgangers, though your chances of finding them is highly rare. You haven't even asked my name."

It was all just fluff talk, maybe the method of just talking about vaguely related nonsense would distract him enough despite the fact Paul knew it had little chance of working.

Peter Rabbit is the last thing on Dexter's mind. Right now, he's a bit preoccupied with the fact that he's very clearly staring at a clone of himself. There were some differences, sure, but they were minor. If the other child had been wearing his outfit, he practically would have been looking into a mirror. They even shared the same (natural) eye color.

How does he even respond to this? He would certainly remember if he'd ever allowed a clone of himself to run into the wild. But… he doesn't. Has his memory been wiped? Has someone else wiped his memory? Or is this a Dexter McPherson from another universe altogether?

He needs answers. Now, before he starts to panic from the limitless list of terrifying possibilities.

Dexter grips the edge of the table. His stare is serious and stern, but there's fear underlying it.

"What is going on here?! I'm not— I am not just seeing things! W-Why is there a clone of myself sitting in front of me?!"

#tea has been served #outofmylab #imagine lying to yourself and knowing it wont even work

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Paul had been focused on his own book not noticing the sudden noise at first and the carpet softened any noise the other's boots would normally make leaving him unaware until Dexter had come close enough it seemed like he wanted something.

The boy put down his book that had watercolor illustrations of rabbits in small jackets and gardens in the countryside. His face was unmistakable with curious blue eyes staring back at the other.

"Is there something you need? Oh! If you're interested in Peter Rabbit I'm afraid you'll have to wait." His voice lacked a certain harsher tone leaving him sounding like a british kid right out of the south of Europe.

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Dexter has always been a very hands-on learner. He preferred to hold things in his gloves instead of reading books. It was easier and quicker for him to understand that way.

That didn't mean he didn't enjoy the occasional trip to the library, however. Books that contained pictures and diagrams were often a suitable compromise.

Currently, he's engrossed himself in one such book. He has it laid out flat on the table and is tracing one of the images with his finger: a crisp photograph of a specimen of Helix pomatia.

He taps the side of his hand on the table, idly looking up. The rest of the library is empty, apart from the clerk working the main desk and another young child sitting at the opposite end of the foyer. Dexter hums, looking at the child with passing scrutiny. Fluffy ginger hair, large glasses, a small and somewhat pudgy stature…

…wait a minute.

His eyes linger on the other for a few more moments before he stands up, a bit more noisily than he meant to. He finds himself caring less and less about his noise level, though, as he steps closer and closer to the other occupant of the room.

"...What?" Dexter mutters, breathlessly.

#tea has been served #outofmylab #wuh oh

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@dreamsofalife

#for mother #dreamsofalife #reminded me of you

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happy super late birthday my little dude

"Thank you!"

#a surprise guest for tea #anon #birthday #it was feb 22nd for context

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hiiiii!!! i saw your cartoon network roleplay ad, are you still interested? asking on your blog bc your messages are blocked off

( Hi! My promo is largely for other rp blogs and I do not rp with personal blogs.

To put it clearly, I am usually always open though this blog is very low to no activity at the moment and I don't get involved with personals much. Apologies about the messages, that's a safety thing for my own precautions. )

#pen-guin-writez #ooc

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“Perhaps...I should have mentioned it was my birthday on the twenty-second. Though I’m not sure what difference it would’ve made.”

#open

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( Polished up )

( Cake n’ Steak

Happy 8th birthday to an important little guy )

#melmas art #paul art #rudy crude

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( Cake n’ Steak

Happy 8th birthday to an important little guy )

#melmas art #paul art #rude crude #pauls birthday

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My boy my baby boy!

#melmas art #paul art

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Don’t mind him he’s just focusing on thanksgiving instead of christmas. “You all...remember pumpkin pie and a turkey right? It’s not even December yet...”

#open #holidays

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“This tea is lovely!”

( Thank you for reading my rules! I hope we can write something together! )

#tea has been served #luposcanius #rules read