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[whichcraft]

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i thought you thought that i'm the one who ruined everything

what the fuck

[photoshooter]

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what how

[whichcraft]

because i should've just kept my stupid mouth shut about the stupid flowers and i didn't and it made it weird

and then you bailed because you're too nice to blow me off to my face

i'm sorry i'm stupid and i fucked it up

[photoshooter]

i

no?

you're not the one who made it weird.........wasn't it what i said?

[whichcraft]

...that you wouldn't give them to ignis????

[photoshooter]

yeah?

[whichcraft]

i thought it was because you don't think i'm pretty

1/3

[photoshooter]

what??!??! no thats the exact op;'

[Hey, funny how the P key's so close to Enter, right?]

[photoshooter]

[He's a human disaster. They're both human disasters.]

[photoshooter]

can i see you?

[whichcraft]

only if you promise me one thing

i'm gonna do this because it's easier over text and then i'm accountable

i know this sounds stupid but don't let me leave without telling you about randy and the fucking monkeys

ok?

[photoshooter]

uh. what/

?

i mean ok i guess? randy and the monkeys. i can do that.

[whichcraft]

just trust me

don't let me get out of it, it'll make sense



meet you where?

[photoshooter]

hideout?

or i can go somewhere closer to you, it's ok.

[whichcraft]

no. hideout works.

i feel safe there

[photoshooter]

i'll bring food?

[whichcraft]

a whole potato?

(kidding)

[photoshooter]

it is potato. no promises about its wholeness.

[There's a pause, and then:]

(つ❀^◡^)つ☆ヾ(>ω<○)

be there soon, ok?

[whichcraft]

ok

i'll be there when you get there i think

[photoshooter]

k

[He knocks when he arrives, like he needs to be invited in to enter.]

Flor?

[whichcraft]

...It's your house, Quicksilver.

[Well, that's confirmation that she made good on her word and beat him there, isn't it.]

I'm just freeloading, c'mon in.

[photoshooter]

[In he comes, closing the door behind him and looking at her carefully before dropping his gaze.]

It's not, actually? I left the one I was supposed to live in to stay with Noct and Ignis. So I'm freeloading, too.

[He taps the toe of his boot slowly behind him.]

...You hungry?

[whichcraft]

...I'm always hungry.

[She hesitates a minute, pushing up and off of the wall that she's leaning against, and then slowly reaches up to the clasp at her throat and unfastens it with deft but halting movements of her fingers. When she shrugs out of her cloak, she lets the folds of it cascade over her forearms in inky-black waves, rolling and tucking it until it's vaguely bundled into something almost pillowesque.

It might just be the first time in Chroma that she's gone without it. But it's an impulse with its roots in that thing she'd blurted before, I thought you didn't want to look at me; maybe it's just that if he's going to avert his eyes from her, she doesn't want it to be because of her cloak. She needs to know it's because of something else.

Also, it gives her something to hug. There's that, too.

She's wearing a basic, ordinary T-shirt underneath, one that clings and betrays just how relatively thin she really is, when she doesn't hide it.

She's also wearing his pants, the ones she never gave back.]

I shouldn't mooch off of you as much as I do.

[photoshooter]

[Just like that, she's just a girl. Not a witch, not an adventurer, just a girl in a T-shirt and his roomy cargo pants. A kid like he could've been a year ago, when the Wall still stood and he barely dared dream of joining the Crownsguard, of being important to Noct like that. Like she must've been once, too, when she was learning how to drive.

His eyes start at her feet, then go up, past the long belt on his pants that hangs even longer off her hips, past that thin, thin T-shirt, up to her face once more.

She showed it to him, once. What it looks like underneath the magic. 'i thought it was because you don't think i'm pretty.']

It doesn't feel that way.

[He looks down at his hands. Then back up, tracing a line between her eyes.]

Like mooching. It... I've. Never been useful to anyone before. I mean--no one needs me. But I like to help. [He shuts his eyes, brows drawn, biting his lip.] I'm not saying this right at all, I keep messing it up. Do you like chowder?

[whichcraft]

You're changing the subject.

[She hugs the mess of her cloak a little closer to her chest, squeezing at it like a stuffed animal, burying her chin in a nest of the folds.]

...I like chowder. Do you —

[She seems to trip over that thought, and has to regroup to try it again.]

Do you like that I need you?