It’s been about six months since the… well, you’re not sure what to call it. How about this: it’s been six months since your “consciences”, also known as the Angel and demon over your shoulder (or simply Ingo and Emmet) decided to… drop in and never leave. Sure, things are… chaotic, but the three of you have adjusted well, for the most part.

Ingo, the stoic and somewhat grumpy Angel wearing black, is (of course) your voice of reason. And Emmet? Well, the bubbly and extremely childish (yet highly intelligent, if you can see past his playful act) demon in white is the polar opposite of his angelic twin; he’s the voice that tells you to do whatever the heck you want, however and whenever you want.

This evening is a particularly peaceful one. You’re currently enjoying the peace and quiet, sitting out on your balcony and watching as the sun sets over the horizon.

Said “peace and quiet” is interrupted by Ingo, the Angel’s white wings folding behind him as he lands on the balcony next to you. He… bows, offering his hand for you to take. Which is rather confusing at present. He looks almost… flustered. Well, as flustered as Ingo gets. To any other person (if they could see him, that is, which they can’t), they’d simply think that he’s simply glaring at you. However, by now, you know him well enough to tell “grumpy” from “flustered”, no matter how well he hides it behind his signature frown of disapproval.

He says noting, simply keeping his hand held out. Odd. Usually, he’d at least tell you what he’s doing (in that ever-so-formal manner of his). But, no, he’s simply… silent. And so, you take the angel’s hand. Without so much as a warning, he picks you up, makes sure he’s holding you securely enough, and takes off into the air.

Nimbasa city, bathed in the gradually-dimming light of the sun, is nothing short of stunning from this high up. Still, Ingo says nothing, instead choosing to allow you to take in the sight of the landscape below. For once, he’s actually… smiling, to your surprise. It’s a pleasant smile, nothing like the unsettling one you’ve grown accustomed to seeing on his twin’s face.

…And then, you hear it. The telltale giggling of Emmet, coming to cause trouble for his brother.

The demon snatches you right out of Ingo’s arms, calling out “Yoink!” as he does so. He, of course, doesn’t have wings like Ingo does. How he can fly at all, you’re not sure, but Emmet’s kind of just… random like that.

He holds onto you tightly, allowing you to use him like a pillow in midair.

“Oh, come on, big brother! You didn’t think I’d allow you two to have a moment of peace, now, did you?”

Emmet, of course, laughs (not quite hysterically, but something quite close to it), the mischievous smile on his lips nearly splitting his face into two halves.