mm. they make a quiet noise, agreeing with her - it does suck. their veil shifts a little, like they're watching her hand, but they don't say anything about it.
[ this is more dry, matching her pouty tone as they lift up their mimosa glass and absently summon up their little shadow portal of holding to pull the breakfast back out for them both. ]
...I get it, though. Jokes aside. [ there's just not much they can do, goes unsaid, but - lup will probably get that too. ]
You'll be here all week. [ they're snickering at that joke even still, because they too have a terrible sense of humor. we need a lawyer! yeah! we sure do! ] I'll give you hilarious.
Apparently, we need a union, whatever the fuck that is, too.
You do. A union might actually be a bit more helpful. You ask for a lawyer and you get, uh, Sebastian. Which - don't get me wrong. I love the boy, but he's missing a few pages in his Extreme Teen Bible, if you get my meaning.
[ she can't see their face, but they might be making a little bit of a face as they hop up. it's still very playful, though, so they're not offended, even if they're mock haughty. ] For your information, I do my sister's! All the time.
[ up they hop, though! and they offer her a piece of bacon from the plate she brought up, still warm and delicious because of magic reasons. ] Eat this. Let's go put some cool shit in your hair.
aquila is quiet, looking at her reflection in the vanity mirror, gloved hands on the back of the chair, and when they speak up, their voice is softer, a little more smooth than usual. less gravel, more fine wine. ]
she runs her fingers through the ends. feels it - knows that it's real. it isn't lava, or fire, or anything. just soft, silky orange strands. she listens to the voice with less gravel, and closes her eyes.]
I like that better. [she says finally, maybe a little lamely. maybe with a touch of emotion in it.]
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Trust me, bucko, I don't like it either. [a pause, as she absently rubs at the back of her neck.] It's entertaining, at least.
[sigh.] Though I gotta say, I'm kind of sick of being that.
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mm. they make a quiet noise, agreeing with her - it does suck. their veil shifts a little, like they're watching her hand, but they don't say anything about it.
and to the question; ] Entertaining, you mean?
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Yes, entertaining. I'm not a circus animal. [but she's mostly just pouting.]
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[ this is more dry, matching her pouty tone as they lift up their mimosa glass and absently summon up their little shadow portal of holding to pull the breakfast back out for them both. ]
...I get it, though. Jokes aside. [ there's just not much they can do, goes unsaid, but - lup will probably get that too. ]
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Yeah, I know. This whole gig seems like a circus. Are you even getting paid?
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Agreed. Think I've had enough clowns for ten lifetimes at least. [ like a hard pass on that one. and to getting paid...
... they make sort of a wavy hand noncommittal gesture like "eh?" so jury's out on that one. ]
We get tips! Guess that what matters. Even if some of you guys're terrible at tipping.
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You really should get yourself a lawyer. [she thinks she's very funny]
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they snort
it is a completely ungraceful noise ]
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Thanks, I'm hysterical, I know. [for a lot of reasons that she probably doesn't even know, lbr]
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You'll be here all week. [ they're snickering at that joke even still, because they too have a terrible sense of humor. we need a lawyer! yeah! we sure do! ] I'll give you hilarious.
Apparently, we need a union, whatever the fuck that is, too.
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[ shaking their head... they huff a laugh, though, amused. ] I just wanna pinch his cheeks, sometimes! Can't help myself. Too easy to pick on.
[ that sounds affectionate, at least. affectionate bully the baby. ]
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[ they say, asking for dirt on gossip ]
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[what the fuck is that word] Except it's super one sided.
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[ that's very cute... his cute little nemesis ]
Are you colluding with the enemy? [ this is playfully threatening. ] Lup.
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and then she keeps going.]
I'm not speaking without my lawyer present! [heehee.]
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Criminal. [ teasing. ] How dastardly.
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[a pause.] I think I am going to do the fire hair thing, after all.
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[ but, oh! they cock their head, and... seem to be grinning, a bit. ] You want help?
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[they might get the sense she is teasing, though.]
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[ she can't see their face, but they might be making a little bit of a face as they hop up. it's still very playful, though, so they're not offended, even if they're mock haughty. ] For your information, I do my sister's! All the time.
[ up they hop, though! and they offer her a piece of bacon from the plate she brought up, still warm and delicious because of magic reasons. ] Eat this. Let's go put some cool shit in your hair.
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and when it's all finished, she looks it over, expression soft.]
... Like fire, but on purpose. [she says, quietly.]
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aquila is quiet, looking at her reflection in the vanity mirror, gloved hands on the back of the chair, and when they speak up, their voice is softer, a little more smooth than usual. less gravel, more fine wine. ]
... A fire that's yours.
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she runs her fingers through the ends. feels it - knows that it's real. it isn't lava, or fire, or anything. just soft, silky orange strands. she listens to the voice with less gravel, and closes her eyes.]
I like that better. [she says finally, maybe a little lamely. maybe with a touch of emotion in it.]
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