The moment they moaned, their ceased to be a distinction between Flonne and Etna. It would seem they would need a clever play-on-words-name such as Flonnetna, or something to that effect. But no longer did they view each others as individuals, but rather, themselves as an individual.

"Ah...that felt great..." says Flonnetna, as she giggles a little. Their body is still the same single-color goo, their minds and souls, or rather, mind and soul, now was consistent with their exterior. "Now...what are we going to do...we need someone to play with~"

She starts to wonder what to do next...