[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. . .]

Comments

[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]