adropofjupiter | 8th ☆

[Action - School]

[It's lunch time and Marisa has just managed to escape a gaggle of drone girls that had been intent on acquiring gossip about her 'boyfriend'. Once free, she finds herself a tree in the school yard to climb and enjoy her lunch in. So what if she's in a dress and if one stands at the right angle they might catch a glimpse of her panties? She's pretty sure her drone 'friends' won't find her in a tree.

Clearly she shouldn't be allowed to eat in peace, right?]

[Phone]

[One very annoyed witch picks up the phone after she gets home from school.]

Look. I don't care what anyone says, I'm not dating Guy 'Mustang'. You all probably know him as Guy of the Kutolah. And just because he calls me Lady Marisa and I'm at his house once or twice a week doesn't mean we're dating.

If I have to hear those damn girls ask me one more time about how 'hunky' he is, the Bowl-o-Rama, and if we're going up to Makeout Point anytime soon, I'm quite possibly going to set them all on fire. Besides, I'm already seeing someone that's not Guy.

So, if you hear anyone talking about that me-dating-Guy crap? Don't believe 'em.

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[With an exasperated sigh, Marisa grabs her skirt, shifts in the crook of the branches enough that she can trap it between her leg and the branch. No more panties for Youko.]

Happy now?

[This isn't Sei, she wouldn't purposefully try to manipulate Marisa into keeping the nice upskirt, yanno]

No, but I suppose this will have to be the compromise to make. Thank you.

Whatever. [drinking her milk - oh yeah]

[And probably not the reaction Marisa was hoping for, Youko bends over, shaking in silent laughter behind a hand. She's trying to be polite, but my oh my this is simply amusing her]

...

[Peering at you, youko.]

What?

Apologies... you... reminded me of someone from home. Rather strikingly... [And yet, she's still laughing]

Your laughing doesn't exactly give off the impression of that being a good thing.

It's... nostalgia, really. She's not so... mm... [She has to think] Crass, anymore. You're one of the underclassmen, yes?

I'm in... um, tenth grade. Whatever that means.

In the American school system that means yes, you are one. [There's more chuckling] I wonder if you'll change by the senior year as well.

Doubtful, ze. I'm perfectly fine being me.

Alright, then. Best of luck and... especially in love. [With that rather cryptic message, she pushes off from the tree]

I already am lucky.

Then I'll trust you not to get in so far over your head you lose sight of other things around you. Until next we meet, if we are so lucky to, again. [She bows and goes about her merry way]

...

[That was just...]

Weird.

8th ☆

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