16th ☆

[adropofjupiter]

[Action - School]

[Marisa is sitting on top of the table in the cafeteria, legs crossed, as she's finishing up telling a tale to the other students sitting around her at lunch.]

...and that's why you need to be careful when you see lots of flowers just suddenly appearing all over the place, like they did here, ze. They could be a bunch of dead people just waiting for a lazy shinigami to take them across the Sanzu to Higan.



[Action - Makeout Point - Evening]

[Anyone attuned to the flow of magic with the capacity to sense it feel a surge coming from Makeout Point. In fact, this sudden concentration feels VERY much like Shana's Guren no Souyoku Unrestricted Method that grants her wings of flame.

Only it doesn't feel quite right. It doesn't feel like fire, but... starlight? A shimmering yellowish glow can be seen from the Point.]


[Phone]

So who wants to go to the Drive In? It's almost dark and I feel like seeing a movie on that really big screen with popcorn and some friends and b--

[She cuts herself off. No, no drinking tonight because... The phone is partially muffled as Marisa yells something back into her own house.]

Oi! Ciel! I'm taking the car tonight. No, I'm not going to drink. Yes, I know how to drive. And no, you're not stopping me. I already got the keys, ze.

[And back to talking on the phone.] So who wants to come with me? No boring people allowed.

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[adropofjupiter]

...then we'll talk tomorrow. [There's a slight uncertainty in Marisa's voice. Like she knows she's not going to like what Patchy's going to tell her, but she doesn't know how much.] I gotta get going... help the Rat King decide what to look like for the movies tonight.

Tomorrow, love.

[AND TOMORROW--

Marisa will do her standard sneak-into-the-house thing and show up in Patchy's room.]

[wizardoftheweek]

-She'll find Patchy as she usually does, nose deep in a book of some sort.-

[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa hangs her hat up and flops down on the bed, looking at Patchy from an upside-down angle.]

...I can totally see up your nose from this angle.

[wizardoftheweek]

-Normally, that'd be a book smack, but she giggles slightly. It took the edge of nervousness off.- That's gross, Marisa...

[adropofjupiter]

[Mission accomplished!]

...it's not like you have boogers or anything up there, ze. At least, not right now. So I'm gonna claim not-gross.

[wizardoftheweek]

Claim what you like...

-A heavy sigh as she finally closed the book, having marked her place.-

I may as well come out and say it... The flowers influenced me last week. I... kissed Meiling. And Remilia. ... And Koakuma...

[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa rolled up from where she was laying with an upset expression on her face. She was clearly not okay with this revelation.]

What kind of kisses are we talking about here?

[wizardoftheweek]

... The romantic variety. But nothing heavy. Not like we've done. But I still know enough to call them 'romantic'. -Patchouli practically buried her face in her hands, unable to face the other.-

[adropofjupiter]

...

[Marisa got up off the bed and walked a few steps away, over to a book shelf. She wasn't looking at them, arms crossed, as her body posture was rigid.]

What did you say to them to go with the kisses? Any promises?

[wizardoftheweek]

Nothing I wouldn't have done in my right mind. A pledge to Meiling to not leave her alone here, to Remilia to always be her friend...

[adropofjupiter]

And Koakuma?

[There's more of an edge to Marisa's voice with the familiar than before. This is the one out of the three that upset her the most.]

[wizardoftheweek]

-She simply shook her head.-

[adropofjupiter]

[When she doesn't hear an answer, she turns to look back at Patchouli as she had been facing the bookshelf.]

Well?

[wizardoftheweek]

No... And really, I doubt she could ever ask such a promise out of me...

[adropofjupiter]

[Seeing the look on Patchouli's face, Marisa sighed and stopped looking as upset about it as she really was.]

You've gone and... clarified that it was the flowers, right? That it's me you love... right?

[wizardoftheweek]

I... don't think I really have to. They all know I'm with you, and that the flowers caused trouble.

[adropofjupiter]

I want you to. Especially with your familiar. I'm not worried about Meiling at all, but if you don't say something, Remilia might try to use this against me because she doesn't like me and doesn't like me with you.

Make it clear.

[wizardoftheweek]

-Patchouli's eyebrows knitted.- Hold on, I know Remi hasn't been the most supportive, but that seems a bit harsh of you to assume. And I made things clear with Koakuma when she first arrived. She has no intention of interfering.

Remember, Marisa, I know these people better than you, and you would do well to trust my faith in them.

[adropofjupiter]

I'm upset, Patchy! For all I flirt, I don't cross a line and you crossed it.

[She gripped her apron and pulled a little on it.]

I know you weren't in your right mind, and I don't hold it against you. But it still hurts.

[wizardoftheweek]

I... I know you're hurt, but that gives you no right to order me in how I deal with my family! I wouldn't do the same to you...

[adropofjupiter]

I don't have a family.

[Marisa heads for the window, trying not to cry. And the worst part was... she didn't know why she was on the verge of tears.]

[wizardoftheweek]

-A near panic set in, realizing what she had done. She immediately left her bed, nearly stumbling as she reached for the other.-

Marisa! Wait! Please! I'm sorry! I... I spoke without thinking...

[adropofjupiter]

[She stopped, hand on the window's latch, and just stayed there. Her head was tilted down and she worked on conquering the threatening tears. Deep breaths.]

[wizardoftheweek]

I'm sorry... -She repeated. Again. And again and again. She felt absolutely horrid. She had, without any flowery influence to blame, spoken such a cruel thing to someone she loved so deeply... It was honestly far worse than any holiday mishaps could ever be.-

[adropofjupiter]

[After a moment, Marisa turned around, wrapped her arms about Patchouli, and pulled her into a hug. A possessive hug.]

Enough.