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Pulling herself on to the balcony with a huff, Selena rolled over the bars and landed on her back with a soft, "thud". "Got the donuts," the younger twin announced. "Wasn't easy, Ravus almost caught me twice." - rogueoracle
Lunafreya absolutely did not snort with suppressed laughter at her sister's antics. It was simply Not The Done Thing. Rumors to the contrary were a libelous and untrue.
"Bravo, darling! You've truly the makings of a proper spy."
Carefully looked around, checking the door to make sure it was closed. "Here," Salena pulled out a bucket of fried chicken from her bag. "I was able to seek it past every one. There are a few biscuits in there too. But anyway, you need to EAT Luna. You can't heal anyone if you don't rest." - rogueoracle
Luna could only stare for a moment as Selena, from her seemingly-normal handbag, withdrew an entire bucket of chicken. It might have been utterly comical if it hadn't reminded her sharply of exactly how hungry she was. She'd been set to make some wise and worldly remark about how Oracles are sustained solely by faith and tea, but the Behemoth noise her stomach made cut off any argument.
"I can't think how you managed this, but thank you, love. Come share with me?"
"Do you think we should get a cat?" -rogueoracle
"A splendid idea! It would be best to ensure they're comfortable with dogs, however, so Umbra and Prynna don't frighten them."
"You need more sleep."
Her twin was, as ever, entirely correct, but sadly the duties of an Oracle could not be so easily laid aside.
"As soon as this correspondence is sent, I'm going to make some tea and have a nap. I promise."
"Luna, the kitchen...Its getting a microwave!"
“How exciting! We ought to christen it by making...what do they call them...the grahamcracker things, with chocolate. Mores.”
"Hmm...I need more watercolor paints...Care to join me to a trip to the art suplise store?"
“That would be wonderful! I need some more ink cartridges, at that, and perhaps some new stationary.”
“It wouldn’t kill you to get some rest.”
"I will, darling, there are just so many people in need of healing. I promise, though: once the crowd disperses I'm going to have a cup of tea and then take a nap."
❛ There is no phantom of the opera. ❜
Luna blinked her foggy eyes clear and kept staring into the shadows, desperate to know---if no one was in fact there, who or what was it she’d seen?!? That darkhaired man---it wasn’t Noctis, nor her brother. He was taller than the former, and darker than the latter. That Gladio fellow who traveled with Noctis’; it wasn’t him either; he was broader-built than that and besides there was no reason for him to be in the room at all.
“I...it must have been a dream, I suppose,” she murmured, lying back down. Hopefully at some point the fever would break and she’d stop seeing ghosts lurking in doorways.
