#museplethora

“ This is givin’ me dadgum anxiety. ” It’s muttered quietly to himself.

Fifi has been looking at him funny from across the classroom, and FM is trying not to stare back. He has no idea what she wants from him, but a girl looking at him in general makes the little rooster start to sweat. He doesn’t want to end up cooked today!

When class ends he exits the room quickly, he tries to get away... but Fifi is quicker than him.

The weather was turning; spring was in the way the sun rose in the morning, and hung around in the evening; in the way students were beginning to discuss summer plans; in the way Haru’s flowers were blooming, and the way Louis’ antlers were growing in again.

So he had chosen to do the class reading outside, on a whim, despite the various campus noises. They didn’t bother him as much as they might have--silence reminded him so much of the endless days alone in Oguma’s house he had spent before being allowed to attend public school. Cherryton’s sounds might have occasionally been distracting, but they weren’t totally unwelcome.

Anyway, he was relaxed--he had come from the garden, and seeing Haru always relaxed him (almost--provided they were not having discussions about their relationship), and made him more forgiving to the yells from the students playing pick-up football over in the courtyard.

Buried in his book, it took him a moment to register that someone was addressing him, and he lifted his head to give a half-hearted wave in return.

❁ ❁  “  ¿Did this catch your interest?  ” She pointed at the said object, glancing at her curiously as she awaited for her response. “  ¿Did you want a closer look at it?  ”

Oh, not this brat, again. 

The witch whirls around at once, teeth bared as she hunches over and exposes her claws. If she still had the strength to form her tail, it would be lashing dangerously, to and fro.

Placing his heavy hand on his belly when it start to rumble while he march around twilight town only to stop when he squirt his eyes seeing two blue popsicles in the girl hands who hair black hair and since he was staving march up to her and stare at the shorter individual with an smug expression 

Snarling at her missed attack, Full Grown took more than a few steps to avoid some other bombardment on her person. Knowing Twelve, the child likely wouldn't stop until they managed to land at least one hit on her. Best to keep her wits about her.

Yes, she knew Twelve well. Or, at least, she'd like to think she did. Better to know your enemies more than you know your friends (of which she has none). However, the child's snide comment had the witch hesitating; shock gripping her chest and making her cheeks nearly flush.

Nearly.

"Wh- You KNEW about that?! Who told you?! Was it Big Deal? It was Big Deal, wasn't it? That lumbering oaf can't keep a secret to save his life!"

While caught up in the minor humiliating revelation, the witch barely had time to dodge out of the way of the hammer. Another close call like that and she'd surely be feeling a hit like that in the morning. Have to think fast.

"Oh, your remarks never cease to bore me! With banter like this, what's even the point?"

"Luckily," she added with a hint of a smile, "I've been preparing for just this little occasion! You didn't think I was just hiding and whiling away in my house, did you?"

A clawed hand reached behind her back; grasping around some sort of vial full of a strange green liquid. The witch held it up and sloshed it around, as if taunting Reggie to come and try to take it from her.

❁ ❁  “  Let me help you with that.  ”

A bride--was she? Odd how she wasn’t quite all bones too, only parts of it were. Small details such as that didn’t stop her from helping the woman with her veil, untangling her from it at first before properly angling it on her head. Gentle touches given around the accessory, a confident smile rose from her features.

“  Ahí tienes, now you look more hermosa.  ” She took a step back, examining her before nodding to herself in agreement. Either she was a newcomer, or it was a special occasion, & how she hoped for the latter. It would be heartbreaking for a woman to have been met with death on a special day, that was a fate no one deserved.

“  Your death... ¿did you wear that before your final moments?  ” A frown appeared on her face as she asked, hoping she wasn’t being too intrusive on the other.

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