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Cassirin · 01-21-2023, 02:04 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

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.

"I know you like lists," Mercer agreed. She knew he'd agree with whatever her plan was. That was the beauty of the M-cubed squad. One of them always had a plan, and the other two made it happen. It wasn't always a good plan or a well thought out plan, but they made it work. Milo would probably be keen to figuring out which professors couldn't be trusted, honestly.

He turned the empty mug upside down to show Mitsuki the contents were gone before offering it up. Why did she choose him for hand holding, if it wasn't a her thing? Was there something about him that suggested a pathological need for comforting and direction? Maybe a big red sign on his forehead that said 'hold this poor boy's hand'? Should he be embarrassed? "If you only hold hands with me, that makes me your booooyfriend."

Helpful as always, Branxton.

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Cassirin Legacy!! Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,200 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year x7 x8	Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 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. "I know you like lists," Mercer agreed. She knew he'd agree with whatever her plan was. That was the beauty of the M-cubed squad. One of them always had a plan, and the other two made it happen. It wasn't always a good plan or a well thought out plan, but they made it work. Milo would probably be keen to figuring out which professors couldn't be trusted, honestly. He turned the empty mug upside down to show Mitsuki the contents were gone before offering it up. Why did she choose him for hand holding, if it wasn't a her thing? Was there something about him that suggested a pathological need for comforting and direction? Maybe a big red sign on his forehead that said 'hold this poor boy's hand'? Should he be embarrassed? "If you only hold hands with me, that makes me your booooyfriend." Helpful as always, Branxton. __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest