( 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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[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.