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The shoot continued. The Suzannes took countless pictures of the Jins in all sorts of outfits and poses, some more ridiculous than others, and asked dozens of questions about the chemise and how it worked. The Jins brushed off most of the questions with a very honest “we don’t know” and politely refused to answer the rest. However, the Suzannes were very adept at extracting secrets and soon they knew everything about the chemise except where it had come from. All the while, they asked over and over if they could show it to their friends or possibly keep a sample of the fabric. Knowing that the weird reflection thing/voice in their heads would be pissed, the Jins consistently disappointed them. Fortunately they took it very well, already being happy enough with their new body.
As the sun began to set, the Suzannes took a few more pictures of the Jins laying in a bathtub and subjected them to a lightning round of reiterated questions. Feeling like they were filling out a job application, the Jins successfully provided all the same answers and were finally met with the short-lived relief of the Suzannes’ silence.
With that, the Jins sat themselves up and began moving toward the foyer to gather their things as the Suzannes followed them. Their purse, their shoes, their stockings, their jacket…
“Suzanne, where’s the chemise?” Jin Two demanded. “What do you mea… oh,” the left Suzanne said. An identical expression of concerned surprise appeared on both Suzannes’ faces. “Did you take it?!” “No, we would never!” “What, are we just supposed to trust you? You’re the only other people in the house!”
The Suzannes fell silent and their eyes went wide. “…aren’t you?” They didn’t take even a second to try and answer, running as fast as they could to try and get upstairs. The Jins gave chase, catching up to the Suzannes at the end of a long hallway as they stood in front of a closed door, banging on it. “JACKIE, LET US IN!” they cried. “Jackie, who’s Jackie?” the Jins asked. “She’s our niece!” “Probably nieces now,” Jin One quipped, prompting a light slap in the face from her twin. “Not funny!”
The door opened and the Suzannes rushed inside.

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(continued from www.deviantart.com/jerichofies… )

The shoot continued. The Suzannes took countless pictures of the Jins in all sorts of outfits and poses, some more ridiculous than others, and asked dozens of questions about the chemise and how it worked. The Jins brushed off most of the questions with a very honest “we don’t know” and politely refused to answer the rest. However, the Suzannes were very adept at extracting secrets and soon they knew everything about the chemise except where it had come from. All the while, they asked over and over if they could show it to their friends or possibly keep a sample of the fabric. Knowing that the weird reflection thing/voice in their heads would be pissed, the Jins consistently disappointed them. Fortunately they took it very well, already being happy enough with their new body.
As the sun began to set, the Suzannes took a few more pictures of the Jins laying in a bathtub and subjected them to a lightning round of reiterated questions. Feeling like they were filling out a job application, the Jins successfully provided all the same answers and were finally met with the short-lived relief of the Suzannes’ silence.
With that, the Jins sat themselves up and began moving toward the foyer to gather their things as the Suzannes followed them. Their purse, their shoes, their stockings, their jacket…
“Suzanne, where’s the chemise?” Jin Two demanded. “What do you mea… oh,” the left Suzanne said. An identical expression of concerned surprise appeared on both Suzannes’ faces. “Did you take it?!” “No, we would never!” “What, are we just supposed to trust you? You’re the only other people in the house!”
The Suzannes fell silent and their eyes went wide. “…aren’t you?” They didn’t take even a second to try and answer, running as fast as they could to try and get upstairs. The Jins gave chase, catching up to the Suzannes at the end of a long hallway as they stood in front of a closed door, banging on it. “JACKIE, LET US IN!” they cried. “Jackie, who’s Jackie?” the Jins asked. “She’s our niece!” “Probably nieces now,” Jin One quipped, prompting a light slap in the face from her twin. “Not funny!”
The door opened and the Suzannes rushed inside.