25th☆

[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

Okay, I can't remember all your addresses, but who of us from Gensokyo have enough back to put up a good danmaku fight? With Mokou gone, I need to find an alternative.



[A: Action - Grocery Store]

[Marisa is pushing a cart around the grocery store filling it up with random food stuffs. There's literally no rhyme or pattern to what she's picking out, making it nearly impossible to figure out what she's planning to cook. Or for how many people.]



[B: Action - Church]

[Marisa is sitting in the second pew from the front with her boots resting on the back of the one in front of her. Looking bored, she tosses a star bullet repeatedly up into the air and catches just as one would a ball. Eventually, she'd be approached...]

Comments

[adropofjupiter]

Exactly.

[Ha ha.]

[badladyscramble]

Not that I wouldn't mind you not invading the mansion...

I guess that hasn't been a problem here. [FOR LACK OF A MANSION TO INVADE... plus Patchy living in a different house]

[adropofjupiter]

I've not set foot inside your house.

And it's only invasion when trying to take something over. I have no desire for that, ze.

[badladyscramble]

Fine. Intruding.

[Angry wing flap. SEMANTICS. It's unlawful entrance!]

[adropofjupiter]

That I'll accept.

[badladyscramble]

So whose houses have you been intruding in instead? Besides, I assume, Patchouli's.

[adropofjupiter]

Why do you want to know?

[badladyscramble]

Schadenfreude. If I'm not suffering your intrusions, someone else must be.

[No, she's just bored and nosy]

[adropofjupiter]

Not really. There aren't many places here that have things I want in them.

[badladyscramble]

Not even with all the weird things people keep getting from their homes?

[adropofjupiter]

They're not as interesting as you seem to think, ze.

[badladyscramble]

Maybe you just haven't looked in the right houses. I have a neighbor who keeps getting the strangest things.

[adropofjupiter]

I've got new magic to learn, ze. That's more important than random stuff people get.

[badladyscramble]

Well, I suppose in the end, those magics are random things they got.

[adropofjupiter]

Some of 'em. They're much more interesting than things. Most of the time.

[badladyscramble]

I suppose a magician would think so.

[adropofjupiter]

Exactly! I'm glad you understand.

[badladyscramble]

That wasn't really being understanding.

[adropofjupiter]

...

[There's a long sigh on Marisa's end.]

Don't you ever get tired this?

[badladyscramble]

Tired of what?

[adropofjupiter]

This... game. Or thing.... whatever it is you and I keep playing. Doesn't it take a lot of energy to keep being constantly pissed at and disapproving of me?

I know I'm tired of it.

[badladyscramble]

...

[She does manage to look at least a little ashamed about having it pointed out]

...there's nothing better to do, you know. It's too boring to just leave things alone, but...

[She doesn't know any other way to interact with the which]

[adropofjupiter]

...do you really hate me that much? I've done nothing to you that you didn't bring upon yourself with the Mist. Both times.

[badladyscramble]

What made you think I hated you?

[adropofjupiter]

The way you treat me, how venomously you've opposed my relationship with Patchy, your inability to say anything nice to me and how personally you take everything I say. You act like you'd rather I just cease to exist.

If that's not hatred, then I don't know what is.