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[fairytaleknight]

It's been -- weeks? months? days? a single day repeated over and over? -- since Fakir last came to Milliways. The weather of Goldkronedorf has been sunny and indeterminately warm, except twice when ominous clouds hovered over the clock tower just for the sake of variety. Mr. Cat has led lessons on pointe technique and pas de deux and demonstrated

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[theladyrue]

Rue sets down a cup of tea and sits across from him.

She takes a sip, before carefully opening a book titled The Secret of the Old Clock and starting to read.

[fairytaleknight]

"Odette dances her pure and innocent love for the prince," Fakir writes. "Odile, on the other hand, leaves no doubt about what she wants from the prince, and it's..." Fakir refuses to finish the sentence with the word MARRIAGE!!!

He stands his quill in the pot and looks up. "Oh, it's you."

[theladyrue]

"Are you still writing that?" Rue asks, haughtily disbelieving before an uncertain look crosses her face. Does she still need to write that? Never mind, she'll deal with it later.

"It is. Hello, Fakir."

[fairytaleknight]

"I just started."

Fakir adds, under his breath, "This time."

"But if you don't want to write it, I'm sure we'll all be entertained when you get a marriage proposal tomorrow morning."

[theladyrue]

"Herr Katz knows I won't marry him," Rue takes another sip, and the side of her mouth curls up at a secret joke as her mind fills in it'd break poor Mytho's heart.

It's strange, how something so painfully false can be amusing.

[fairytaleknight]

"I wish you would."

--Did Fakir just say that?

Too many weeks of idleness. He's forgetting when to keep his mouth closed.

"I mean, I'm sure he lives in hope."

That was a pathetic correction.

[theladyrue]

Rue laughs.

"Oh Fakir," she murmurs sympathetically, over her teacup. "Is your life truly so dull?"

[fairytaleknight]

The honest reply to this question would be Yes. Yes, it is.

That is, of course, why Fakir answers, "Your sweet-and-insulting voice is improving. It must be all the practice you're getting."

[theladyrue]

"Well," she says, a little haughtily, "you're to thank for making it so easy."

[fairytaleknight]

"Good," Fakir snaps. "At least I can keep you entertained."

Fakir crosses out the last sentence and starts it over again. "Odile's obvious, repeated attempts to seduce Prince Siegfried..."

[theladyrue]

Rue considers spilled all of the ink over Fakir's paper.

It's tempting, but maybe a little obvious. Instead, she gives a suprisingly unladylike snort and returns to her book.

See if she lets Fakir watch her panic about essays. (Neko-sensei will love hers, anyways. He always does.)

[fairytaleknight]

The grades don't matter, anyway. Herr Katz hands the papers back, congratulates Miss Rue on her brilliance and makes a few sardonic remarks about someone else's failing paper, and then everyone goes off to dance practice and forgets about the papers altogether.

Fakir writes a few more sentences, crosses out a word, scribbles another.

After a while: "What are you reading?"

[theladyrue]

"A mystery novel," she says, "about a girl detective named Nancy. She finds the villains and brings them to the defenders of the law."

[fairytaleknight]

"That sounds--" good. Really good, actually, Fakir thinks. "--different."

[theladyrue]

"It is."

Rue turns a page. "They don't tell you who the villains are, though," she adds, a little disgruntled. "Or they haven't yet, so you don't know either."

It's...uncomfortable.

[fairytaleknight]

Fakir thinks this through. "Does it tell you anything that the girl in the story doesn't know?"