But tell me
「 m y d a r l i n g 」
could you ever
There — voicing what she felt she already knew. There were so many tensions between her friends and her… well, Three; it was only a matter of time before they began to manifest in such ways. She thought and hoped that it hadn’t been him, yet her friends wouldn’t insist that he had done something wrong when they were trying so hard to get close to him just as she had done. Still… it was beginning to drain on her — her friends seeing her as some sort of trainer to an unruly dog. Three was Three; he wasn’t going to change, but how to explain that to her friends…?
That was a problem for another time. For now, she only let out a small laugh, lifting her eyes to smile gently at the third Waltz. “It’s okay. After it’s all clean, it’ll be like it didn’t happen.” Stepping forward, her fingers curled around his larger hand, thankful without demanding.
“Tch— it’s not like I didn’t mean for it to. She deserved it.”
He wasn’t sure why, exactly, but he sure has hell believed she did now, for causing all this ruckus. He’d only done it in the first place to make nice with someone else— isn’t that what Hikari wanted? No one could take a joke around here, apparently. Why had he admitted it, anyway? No skin on his nose.
He let out a sigh as Hikari’s fingers curled under his palm, and- after giving her a less-then-patient look- his hooked around her hand in response.
"… let her clean it herself. She didn’t have to burn it off. I just used her stupid chair to get it up there, she could’ve just pulled it down that way.”
While it wasn’t a confession, there was enough in his speech to give her suspicions a bit of solidity. She heaved a sigh and ran a hand through her hair, finding that she was just as exhausted with the situation as he. “…Alright. I’m going to go help clean off her armor.”
"… wait. You’re going to go help her?”
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go— He wasn’t even sure how Azee had figured it was him in the first place- besides the wings. Most people assumed he couldn’t write in the first place, let alone think that his penmanship was neat… until they saw it. To be honest, he’d long since written off his own wings as unusable and simply didn’t realize that other people hadn’t.
He sighed, reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose, just between his eyes. He was really going to do this…?
"… fine. It was me. It was a stupid trick.”
"…. hello. Please refrain from calling me that.”
// WELL OK THEN YOU SNUGGLY LITTLE SCARECROW WING FACE HEAD MAN, DIG IN! *holds out plate o’ choco chip cookies for the mage-y mage yep*
"I don’t know. Azee really thinks it was you, and, I mean… you wouldn’t do something like that. Plus, she thinks you flew, but I’ve never seen you fly…"
"… no. You haven’t.”
"This ridiculousness has become annoying. If she doesn’t have proof, then I am guilty of nothing. It was a stupid prank, besides, and it hardly even hurt her armor. I don’t know why she’s making such a horrendous atrocity out of it.”
"…Did you make Azee’s armor all gross?"
"Hm. How would I have done that?”
"Or y’know you clean off the rest of that shit off my armor before I actually need it and we call it even and I don’t have to burn or tear anything you own."
"… or not. Talk to me when you have some proof. Good luck with that, keheheh….”
He marches right off, chuckling.