Date & Time: Buh week of 11/25 sure
Location: MOON
Characters: Kyouko, Sayaka, Oriko, Marty, more? Mahous?
Summary: Marty meets many magical missuses meandering a moonbase
Warnings: Nothing could be as bad as what I just typed a line above so I think we're in the clear
[PROMPTS BELOW IN THREADS]
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maybe just flattening out his notes will help.
he has to stop, though, to consider what he's talking about.]
Mm, and...has been, for a long time. I watch, but...only tried a little, now and then. I should practice more.
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She conjures up an image of him in a dainty apron, flipping pancakes, and snorts.] That guy cooks for you? Oh man...
You can practice now. I'll eat whatever you make. [Even if it's terrible.]
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[and how troubled he's been. Martin lifts the note and sends a hand over to the pan. first, double-underlined, butter in the pan. Feferi was sure he'd remember that one.]
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Finally:] Is he like your dad?
[It's a strange question to ask, perhaps. A little too personal. But what Martin says reminds her of those things: the mundane pleasure of having a family.]
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You mean, like father? ["dad"–? that's what Madoka says.
another beat and he starts looking away with thought.] My father is from Olvoski...the one I had as a Darkov. But now I'm not Darkov anymore, here. Bariyan made me a regular human being.
[he stops, still and quiet for a moment. then a lot of things happened.]
Since Bariyan...isn't here. Kolitra promised I can stay like this. And even before now...he's tried to help me, even though I was awful to him. [his mouth twitches before he looks back at her.]
But because he helped anyway...is that what you mean? Is that what it's supposed to be like?
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Supposed to be. She thinks of her father, his back turned away from her. It wasn't like she thought she deserved any kindness like the kind Martin is talking about.
But it would have been nice.]
Yeah. That's what it's supposed to be like. [I wouldn't know, she almost says, and thinks that isn't true. Not quite, anyway. She isn't sure, anymore.]
You're lucky. I dunno what happened to you...only that it sounds kinda weird. [She scratches at her chin.] But it's good to be forgiven.
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[looking her way:] See, without them...I wouldn't be here with you right now! And I wouldn't be able to give this another try.