[WEEK 1, FRIDAY POST-INVESTIGATION: Akira]

[spinatalltale]

[it isn't until sometime late evening that Magilou finally seeks him out, having wanted to give him a little space to. . . uh. have his feelings. she's no good with those, and she knows it. and even if she was a dramatic shitposter until the end of time, she wasn't in the business of rubbing salt on wounds or breaking people's hearts]

[. . . much, anyway]

[she finds him on the jungle paths, a hop to her step as she approaches, expression as lazy and languid as ever. she has her journal tucked under one arm, the quill poking out from the yellowed pages]

Baaaaby Trickster. ☆

I need a favor from you.

[OKAY MAGILOU. . .]

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[jokered]

[it's understandable, magilou.]

They're all pretty good reasons. [he sighs, quiet. it's a shitty situation, no matter the reason.]

[spinatalltale]

[hmphs]

[there's a pause--]

Hey.

You know you're not really as subtle as you think you are, right?

[??? Where'd that come from??]

[jokered]

[indeed. where did that come from?]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[spinatalltale]

The first rule of magic is to master the art of misdirection.

[is she giving him a magic lesson]

Simply pretending your hand is empty isn't enough.

[or maybe she likes speaking in metaphors]

[jokered]

I don't follow.

[he's playing dumb both because she's speaking in metaphors and because he doesn't want to actually confirm or deny anything.

he's too emotionally spent for bullshit today.]

[spinatalltale]

No? I think you do.

[she shuts her journal, once again pushing away from the tree she was leaning on, although this time she turns on her heel to face the direction of the huts again]

Well, I suppose that's a conversation for another time. That man with the dog just so happens to be waiting for me again.

[why is this. always how she ends things]

[jokered]

[if that's the way she wants to end that conversation, it's fine.

whether or not he's subtle or obvious—it doesn't matter to him today. he gave her plenty more than he normally would; a vulnerability that he normally wouldn't have let show because today? he is vulnerable.

it's rare. it's rare, but it happens.

so that conversation can be for another time. if she want to leave it, she can—he's got plenty else to think about.]

Right, right. Wouldn't want to keep you from that.

[spinatalltale]

[vulnerability does happen]

[and as someone who wouldn't want anyone poking at her during her own vulnerable moments, she can respect his. besides, she considers the little nuggets he dropped to be payment for the ones she gave him the other day. bit by bit, the masks are chipped away. . . for both him and her]

[gross]

You'd better rest up before tomorrow. We'll need you at your best.

[jokered]

[a little at a time, they'll find out what's beneath their masks—]

Your concern for my well-being is touching.

[go on, git. he knows she's mostly full of shit, and he could probably use the time to deal with his feelings more anyway.]

[spinatalltale]

[I'm a shapeshifter--]

I can be a benevolent soul when I wish to be.

[and with that? she's gone]