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Who: Kano & OTA
What: magic practice, pettiness, finals
Where: Lumière, greenhouse, library
When: mid-month, before finals
Warnings: self-harm for prompt i., none expected for the rest
Notes: details of Kano's new Fey Contract can be found on his app

i. Lumière dormitory rooftop
[ Fey magic is a really... terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. But Kano is determined to make it work, this new Contract that he'd forged a couple of days ago, but it's just so different from his usual illusion magic that he'd worked ten whole years to get to the point where he is now, illusions seamless and effortless compared to him staring at his arm right now wondering what he's doing wrong?

Because his arm is bleeding, a bloody knife on his lap while he pokes at the wound with his other hand and it just comes back bloody, him wincing because it hurts and why isn't the magic working? There's nothing intuitive about this at all, and he has no idea how he's supposed to make it work, with the magic supposed to be healing and dulling pain but it's just doing the opposite for him, the pain making it hard to keep a smile on his face, and making him feel like crying a little.

With a sigh, he waves hand over the bleeding cut instead of touching it, and it disappears— simply masked underneath an illusion, but it's still there while he tries to figure out how to do this, preferably before he bleeds out.

It won't come to it, though. He has three years worth of band-aids stocked up, and he knew they would be useful someday. ]

ii. campus, on the way to the greenhouse or inside
[ But you know what always makes up for terrible days? Even more terrible ideas to get your mind off previous ones. This one isn't that bad, though, because it's something that'll have positive long-term consequences. Probably.

Anyways, it's Kano with long sleeves and pants and winter gloves and the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and eyes and also a bandanna over the rest of his face so he can have as little skin showing as possible. It isn't all because of botched healing practice, though, it's because he's lugging around a three gallon plastic jug in his arms— you know, one of those large plastic containers twice the size of your head that you can buy cheese balls in, but instead of cheese balls, it's bees.

It's a jar full of bees.

He had to ship them to a PO in town and then lug them all the way back to campus; this insect purchasing restriction is really an awful pain. ]

iii. library
[ But also, anyways, it's almost finals and while Kano did surprisingly okay on his midterms, he's got to do slightly more okay on his finals too, because exam scored are literally all that's carrying his grades without the homework to pad it.

So the library it is... Books, his arch nemesis... Him, sitting at one of the open study areas with a stack of brand new text books in front of him that barely look touched, a mug of something on the table that's a dark dark red to the point that it's almost black and also has four tea bags sitting inside it that's steeped so long the tea is no longer steaming, and also hands clamped over his ears like he's trying to block out ambient noise, or massage away a headache, or give himself a headache so he can go hang out in the infirmary for the next two weeks and not do finals.

Why does Daybreak have to be a school??? Schools suck. ]

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You should try having more at a time. Like frogs.

[Why don't humans lay hundreds of eggs at a time???

As for Michael, well, those were the terms behind the Contract. Which would have made it more of a gift, perhaps, but - but now that he has to say it out loud, that just sounds really dumb? He doesn't want anything else, it's just - that's so, so dumb. God. How is he even a daemon.]

I want...oh, I'll just get the right to eat the souls of whatever you kill. Classic cursed sword stuff, right? [Kano won't be killing any innocent humans, so that's not terribly evil, right? Moreover, Michael hasn't made an actual agreement to do it. He'll just quietly bow out if he decides he doesn't want one.]

[ Because they would explode??? Human anatomy is unreasonable like that. ]

Hm~ That does seem pretty classic, yeah...

[ As far as he knows, Michael doesn't really have to eat to survive, so he'll be fine even with Kano never planning to kill anything ever in his life, even with the ability to do so, because this magic he wants to learn is really just for last resorts. ]

Alright, alright, it's a deal~!!

Okay, contract sealed!

[Michael offers his hand, crackling with his usual magic, so that they can shake on this deal where neither of them actually even wants what they're getting!]

[ But they're going to get it anyways, because that's the sort of deal this is... Kano takes Michael's hand and gives it a good firm business shake, with no little wariness he gives the magic cracking around their hands because he doesn't remember all that clearly how it was when he was little— he was bleeding, and screaming, and crying, and his word was probably good enough to seal the contract back then. ]

[Yeah, their first deal was one of those times when you dispense with the formalities. But they're both calm, reasonable adults here!

...kinda!]

Great, good talk. Don't keep hurting yourself on this roof. [...] Or other places. What're you, trying out blood magic?

[ Between the both of them, they have some semblance of calm, questionable reasonableness, and Michael only looks like an adult. They're doing just fine. ]

Eh~ You're making it hard on me, Michael! Is blood magic something I can learn?

[ He does not answer the question, predictably. ]

I doubt it.

[Actually he probably could? Michael doesn't want him to.]

Look, you've almost died like ten times this semester, and we haven't even hit finals yet. You've gotta slow down. Go get a hobby that's not dangerous - did Nana ever follow up with you on dance lessons? I may have made her think you're interested in that.

Haha... What the fuck, Michael.

[ No! Why did you do that!! He thinks he would rather almost die ten more times than learn how to dance, and also Michael is wrong: dancing is dangerous because he will be mortified doing it and then he will die of embarrassment. ]

Go pretend to be me and go back to her and tell her you were wrong.

It was a dance, Kano. What was I going to do, not dance with her?

[obviously impossible!]

If she hasn't asked you yet, she probably won't. Maybe I intimidated her with my sweet moves.

Didn't you say you weren't going to do anything... [ what were the words Michael had used? kissing and stuff. ] gross?

[ It's too late. He wants to block all of Valentines day and the following two days as well out of his mind, but unfortunately, he's never been able to forget so easily. ]

But, I need to ask! Did you have fun that day? With Nana-chan and everybody else? Was dancing fun? Was the food good? Were you glad that you went?

Yeah?

[Michael clearly sees no connection between dancing and romance.]

It was fun! I was going to go anyway, but you're a lot more approachable than I am. I danced with a few people! [read: Michael has few friends because of his personality, and also students probably wouldn't approach a professor the same way anyhow] And I got to interrogate Imelda with your face, which is much better than using mine.

[ The smile on Kano's face brightens when he hears that Michael had fun, though he has to squint a little when he's described as approachable— more approachable, so maybe that's not as high a hurdle compared to coming up to a daemon- and then he just looks sort of mortified sort of intrigued when Michael says he talked with Imelda. ]

Ohh, that was dangerous, Michael, going up to Imelda... What'd you learn from her? Spill the deets~

Well, I wanted to know why she'd sent me flowers for Valentine's Day.

[Did he actually tell the real Kano about that? Well, now he has.]

She said it was because I'd saved her life? [The concept of "gratitude for doing a good thing" still seems to strike him a little oddly.]

Thank you flowers, huh...

[ but then, there was no reason for her to give Kano any, right? All he's given her are opposite of things to be thankful for. ]

Ah- did you like them? Should I have gotten you flowers too? What's your favorite flower? Flower color, 'cause I wouldn't know one flower from another!

[Michael has literally no idea if Kano got anything, and it doesn't really occur to him to wonder.]

I like... [he doesn't know anything about flowers either] ...the pink ones? And the purple ones. Red is nice too, and white.

[He'll, uh, probably just name all possible colors if you let him keep on going.]

[ Pink... cute. But purple and red, too, tending towards warmer colors and that's something interesting, even if Kano has to wonder to himself whether it's thinking any deeper about it. ]

Alright, then~ Pinks it is!!

[ Ta-da!! He whips his hands out of his pockets and produces (fake) pink carnations, the only flower he really knows how to make thanks to Valentines. But he can't make real things like Michael can, so if Michael takes it, the flowers are actually a door knob. ]

[For his part, Michael tends towards cooler colors in his dress, and while he likes pink accents, he never wears red. But hey, maybe he just likes different things in flowers?]

Why, thank you! That's very sweet, Kano.

[He takes the flowers, which are clearly not flowers, and just holds them anyway, because he can run with a bit.]

[ Maybe Michael can change it into real flowers, but Kano looks pleased enough with the exchange— even if it's acting, getting thank yous is still rare enough that it makes him a little bit happy inside. ]

You're welcome, I'm glad you like it!! But I'm also going to need that back, 'cause I gotta return it to Minako or Nana-chan someday.

[ It's their doorknob and it's going to be part of a glitter bomb gift in the near future. ]

I was wondering why you had that.

[Sure, okay, he hands it back. It was a nice gesture though, he guesses? People don't normally even play at giving him gifts, so he likes it fine.]

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