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“hey, that’s up to you to decide.” anya says as she takes a sip from her new drink. “i’m just a non-judgemental board-friend to bounce your ideas off of. you can talk about whatever you want about this person in question.” she continues while stifling a yawn. after shaking her head to the sides to wake herself up, she continues, trying to enunciate her words as clearly as possible. “people can’t hold in stuff forever. sooner or later they’re going to explode, trust me.” the girl notes with a raised eyebrow. “let everything out in front of me so that you won’t risk flustering in front of this person who you clearly care for a lot.”

anya notices that the alcohol in her drink had been replaced with sugar just now, once she had drank a quarter of it. “okay, this is really sweet,” she notes with a crinkled nose, but that doesn’t stop her from taking another gulp of the drink.

“well, there’s not much to say.” he said shrugging off the idea, he didn’t even dare to entertain it one bit. nope. vanellope was his friend, and however excited he had gotten for finally meeting someone he trusted in real life and whatever came after, was just for him to process. and frankly, varian hated the idea of being a burden too. despite how much anya insisted on it. 

“o-oh.” if emily weren’t already dead she might’ve died right there on the spot. because she was oblivious to the fact that she already was, she worried she might. “thank you, you look-” a grin spread across her face.  “beautiful too.” 

shego stood, casually shooting a blast so it would miss him by mere inches and land in the center of his fire. the addition caused it to change to a shade of green that was not quite the same color as the one that had left her hand, 

 “aww,” she hummed teasingly as she stepped through the explosion to where he was on the other side of it. “don’t be too discouraged little boy. she reached over and patted his head. “maybe one day you’ll be almost half as cool as me. 

but until then-” she leaned in very close to his face as if she were going to kiss him. but before he could even blink, she snatched the marshmallows back again, spinning away and popping one into her mouth. “- i win.”

“ah! stop trying to get me on fire!” varian yelled as soon as he saw the blast coming his way, though his concern did not fade away even if it had failed to catch him. something in him told the guy that the mere occurrence of that wasn’t a coincidence anyways.

after that, varian’s nerves really couldn’t handle being dismissed nor scared like that anymore. it quite of reminded him of one too many other times where he felt like using the only force he knew and controlled, but now with the other so carelessly using hers, he decided to take out a sealed test tube out of his pocket, one which he ended up breaking under her face as she got closer, releasing then fumes that he made sure not to breath in until a good minute later.

emily had changed her clothes several times in the past hour. when she heard the knock she panicked and might’ve even hyperventilated momentarily.  she managed to pull herself together and open the door. her words failed for a few seconds. “oh, no, you’re fine. right on time.”

em: date etiquette

em: of course

em: 13 cedar lane

em: you share my love for s'mores poptarts so i feel perfectly comfortable leaving the snack selection up to you

em: oh you really don't have to do that!

var: perfect. who doesn't love surprises? haha

em: hey!

deleted message: are you sure you meant to ask me?

em: you weren't awkward at all!

deleted message: i was the awkward one

em: but sure that sounds like fun!

var: you're too nice to me

var: i'll bring some snacks too, want anything?

varian: hey em ! it's varian

varian: do you have any plans tonight??

norman let out a sigh, accepting the fact that variant was deadly serious about this little quest. at first it was kinda funny, but now they were standing here looking like a bad ghostbusters cosplay about to whack some ghosts. “i mean… yeah, we probably can. i’d have to find an older ghost and explain our purpose, but yeah…” norman shook his head, knowing that this ghost wouldn’t be particularly happy about it all. but varian needed it so norman felt the need to help him out. “if we get them to go through something then we should be able to get what you need, alright?”

emily watched as he ate a poptart. was i didn’t think you would be up for it just a nice way of saying he’d been kidding? had she made him think he had to? she looked at her basket as if there was a purpose and then back at him. “are you sure? i wouldn’t want to impose.”

shego smirked, leaning over so he could see her around the fire he’d put himself behind. she held her hand out, looking at her manicure. “ pyromaniac tendencies…” she hummed as her hand became engulfed in green flames. “i guess you could say that.”

“It’s okay!” She reassured him, “I’ve moved a bunch too, so I know how it is. You get wrapped up in unpacking and before you realize it six hours have past.” How many times had she moved in her life? She lost count after the age of 6. “But no worries I didn’t really wait all that long.”

Chihiro glanced over to the flashlight, “Yeah we might that. The alleys can get pretty dark.” And the tunnels- but she’d save that tidbit for another part of the tour. She began walking, sparing one last smile at another intimidating looking person heading towards the snuggly duckling. she really didn’t want to make any bad impressions here. “I can show you some of local grub hubs first. Oh and probably where the closest market is so you know where to get groceries.” 

“yeah, exactly! and the funniest part is that i don’t even remember packing that many mugs, and shampoo bottles, but they were just there making a mess and before i knew it, well... here we are.” the poor guy couldn’t help but rambling on sometimes, specially when unaware of what the next order in function would be, though, luckily sen calmed his nerves seeing he hadn’t taken as long as he thought. 

emily was so distracted by the word pretty that she momentarily didn’t know what he was talking about when he said shall we. then she realized he meant about the pizza. she hadn’t realized pizza was going to be a serious endeavor. that would involve spending time together and she couldn’t understand why he’d want to do that; she wasn’t pretty or funny or interesting. “oh, um, are you sure? we don’t have to if you don’t want to. it was just a suggestion…”