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König wakes to the delightful scent of scotch, he thinks a moment about it being too early before realizing the scent is from his sheets. He relaxes for just a bit longer, but it can't last, he has work to do in the garden. The weeds won't pull themselves
Sitting up he realizes he isn't in his room...more alarmingly he fits in the bed. How? He doesn't even fit in his own. He feels strange as well, colder. He slips out of the warm blankets into the freezing air, awful.
He tries to figure out where he is, peeking out the window. The green countryside outside alarms him greatly, where had he ended up?! Was he kidnapped- no. That is just ridiculous. He must have gotten drunk and his friends took him to theirs to sober up. He didn't remember going out last night, there's really no other explination though.
Mercifully he didn't have a hangover.
Once calm he steps into the bathroom to relieve himself, only to abruptly scream.
Soap stares back at him from the mirror. How?! How!? Running his hand through the mowhawk, watching the reflection copy all while feeling it.
"I'm...Soap. I'm Soap... Nein, I'm König. So...how?" His thoughts are interupted by his phone going off...by Soap's phone going off. His heart sinks, he had always hated phone calls. He checks who it is, not recognizing the name he lets it ring. Once it finishes he picks up the phone and tries to unlock it.
Soap, you blessed man, König smiles and presses his thumb to the print on the screen. He quickly finds and types his own number into the keypad. It is immediately sent to voicemail. His heart nearly stops at that, then he receives a text.
'No phone calls, Soap.' this person didn't know the situation...they were acting like him, poorly mind you. The attempt was there though. Regardless the person with his phone was not Soap. So he texts back,
'This is König.'
'OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING?!'
'Who is this?'
'Roach' that explained the refusal to answer the phone.
'You can talk now you know.'
'No...I can't'
'What do you mean? I'm not mute like you.'
'I don't remember how.' Roach confesses. König feels guilty for pressing the issue, he will apologize later though. They need to focus.
'Ok so Soap must be in your body.'
'yeah, one small problem. My body is in Austin.'
'That's a pretty far ways off.'
'Not the important part. He's still asleep and my phones on mute.'
'Oh...'
'Worse yet, Soap has never been to America.' König is typing out his response when he gets another text from Roach, this one seems frantic.
'HE'LL SEE MY FACE'
'That's just something we'll have to deal with when we get to it.' He doesn't get an answer. He's trying to remain calm and switch to work mode but he can't seem to focus.