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sweetpinkpixie · 01-20-2023, 09:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Untransfiguration? Trust Mitsuki to know just exactly the thing that they needed. Between her and Milo, Mercer was constantly being pulled from the edge of utter disaster. How did he live the first eleven years of his life without the two of them sharing his common room? He patted the top of her head with his free hand.

"We should collect one now. I'm not scared if you aren't. 'Sides, maybe I should write my Gran and ask her about how to tell if professors are trustworthy." Seeing as how she was a former Headmistress herself, it was very possible that she would have insight that would be helpful. Granted, there'd been more than a few shenanigans in the family history regarding possessed, ghostly, be-potioned, be-witched, and otherwise frightening professors... it would be a long return letter, he was sure. "You hold hands with all your friends?"

It was easy to pull Mercer from this theoretical edge of utter disaster when the solution was quite obvious. While she may not share entirely in his paranoia, still just sheer disappointment, she did want to know who and what was in front of her rather than simply think she knew and be proven wrong. The pang of disappointment was uncomfortable.

Mercer patting her head was the opposite, however. Though in the moment she had almost forgotten just how tall he was now and practically towered over her. She could see right up his nose sometimes when she looked up at him.

"I am not," she confirmed with a small nod of the head. She could offer to write to her grandfather, but seeing as he was manipulated and entrancing enchanted by the Neo-Alliance...she had the feeling that his opinion would be a little too skewed on the matter. "Perhaps we could compile a list and include her guidance." They already had their shared journal where they wrote each other messages or drawings or whatever may have struck them in the moment - even if that was a leaf. It was two fwoopers with one stone to record their observations in that journal and build upon them thus. At his asking she shifted her gaze from looking, mostly, up Mercer's nose to their intertwined fingers. "I do not." Milo did not like holding hands and only really tolerated it on the rare occasion, like when they had all three gone to the dance together, and the thought had never crossed her mind much with anyone else. "It is possible that it is only you that this is commonplace."

Was the mug marshmallow free now? The wind was whooshing and whirling to gently nudge them away from the spot they were standing if so.

01-20-2023, 09:38 AM	#74 (permalink)
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