( week three ) ➙ magilou

[rightfully]

[ Monday night, in their hut. There are very few nights like this that don't lead to Magilou chatting incessantly. Slowly, Lucina has adjusted to it, even to the point of enjoying their little talks. It's better than being by herself, certainly -- even if she's grown somewhat comfortable with solitude.

So, here we go. Once the food storage visits halt for the night... ]

Would you like to get some sleep, Magilou?

[ She already knows the answer. ]

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[spinatalltale]

[PLAYS IT COOL]

He's got a fire in his eyes, you know? A gaze so sharp it could cut a person to ribbons. It makes him. . . stand out, I suppose.

[rightfully]

[ Lucina hasn't noticed such a thing. Perhaps she hasn't been paying the right sort of attention. (Akira is a few years younger than her and, despite what canon may have you believe, she's not sketchy enough to throw her lot in with teenage boys.) ]

I see.

[ Her smile continues, albeit settling. ]

Do you enjoy spending time with him?

[spinatalltale]

[what are you talking about Magilou has been 14 for as long as she can remember??]

[. . . her gaze narrows a bit, the more she picks up on Lucina's meaning, here]

Nnnnope.

[???]

Every time I with him I get this strange sensation like I've been stabbed in the chest.

[. . .????????]

[rightfully]

Well... That does sound rathe dire.

[ This time, Lucina is taking Magilou completely seriously. ]

I admit, I've never been in love, but when my mother fell for my father, she said—

[ but is Magilou going to stop this or is she going to let her finish ]

1/2

[spinatalltale]

[IMMEDIATELY CUTS LUCINA OFF WITH A SHRIEK]

[spinatalltale]

. . .

Sorry, I'm allergic to the word "love." Every time I hear it applied to my own emotions, I can't help but let out a shrill shriek!

[wtf Magilou]

[rightfully]

[ Briefly, Lucina looks panicked and alert, and then just kind of... makes a face.

An unimpressed face.

Magilou, please. :| ]

You're being unnecessarily theatrical.

[spinatalltale]

But I'm always unnecessarily theatrical! It's kind of my thing, you know?

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[rightfully]

[ ...







Lucina picks up her pillow and throws it right at Magilou's face. ]

[spinatalltale]

[DIRECT HIT]

[it smacks her in the face, and with an unnecessarily theatrical (HA) wail, she falls backwards onto her mattress]

[rightfully]

My apologies.

[ It's said, voice tinged with a laugh. The lingering remains thereof.

She'll call over, as innocent as anything, ]

Are you alright?

[spinatalltale]

I think I'm dead.

[oh noooooooo]

Murdered, by the pillow of my very own partner!!

[rightfully]

Well, then.

[ :) ]

Perhaps I will finally get some sleep tonight.

[spinatalltale]

You're not even worried about being haunted by my vengeful spirit? Lucina!

[Lucina's getting really good at handling her now]

[rightfully]

Good night, Magilou.

[ Since she doesn't want to talk about boys! Let's just go to bed... :) ]

Sleep well.

[spinatalltale]

[LUCINA!!!]

OoooooooOOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOO!

[now she's making ghostly noises]

[rightfully]

[ JUST CONTINUING TO LIE THERE ]

[spinatalltale]

. . . oooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo. . .!

[can she really sleep through this]

[rightfully]

[ Nah, but she's not actually sleeping.

Her eyelids twitch. ]

[spinatalltale]

Luuuuuuuuuuciiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaa. . .

It is Iiiiiii, Magilooooou, here to enact revenge upon yooooooooou!

[rightfully]

[ IF ONLY SHE HADN'T THROWN HER PILLOW AT MAGILOU ALREADY

... Lucina continues to pretend to be asleep. (Spoilers: it's not a very convincing act.) ]

[spinatalltale]

[throws Lucina's pillow back at her]

[rightfully]

[ Lucina catches it just before it hits her! Thank you, dear roommate. c:

She'll sit back up, though. ]

Your aim is better than your ghosting capabilities.

[spinatalltale]

Oh brother. It's okay-- I'm a witch, not a ghost. I don't mind specializing in one form of non-humanity over the other.