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[ifhebeworthy]

WHO: Don and Nico
WHAT: Nagging
WHERE: Don's office
WHEN: This afternoon
WARNINGS: Nagging
SUMMARY: N-Nagging?

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[witchsupreme]

[ she's been avoiding people. She knows she's been doing it, and usually coming to grips with that fact is enough to get her to change her behavior. She's the Sorceress Supreme. People depend on her. People need to know that she is around and available to meet humanity's magical saving roll needs.

But Nico doesn't like people, and she didn't come back happy. No, she came back conflicted, because coming back had felt more like coming home than going home had. She's angry, mostly at herself. Her self-loathing is kicked up to eleven, and she looks it. No makeup or goth clothing today---just a skinny, tired-looking girl with too-big jeans and a ratty black t-shirt. ]

Hi.

[ she doesn't use the doors or bother to check in with the receptionist. Nico's just suddenly there, sitting in the empty chair on the other side of his desk. ]

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[ He doesn't look up, and continues lightly marking the paperwork with his ballpoint. There is the faintest hint of a smile before he hides it behind the rim of his coffee cup. ]

You're late.

[witchsupreme]

[ she shrugs negligently ]

I could say that I'm sorry for being late, but we both know I'm not. I just didn't feel like coming. I almost made it, too, but then Catholic guilt raised its ugly head.

[ifhebeworthy]

Guilt, huh?

[ He still doesn't look up. ]

What was one of the first things I told you during your first visit?

[witchsupreme]

I run on guilt. I hear it's eco-friendly.

[ Nico picks at her chipping nail polish, not quite able to look at him. ]

Uhh, wow. I suck at pop quizzes---maybe I should have finished the ninth grade. [ oh yeah, she is in A Mood. ] I dunno. Something about me being too skinny.

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[ Don stops writing and stares blankly for a moment as he thinks about that. ]

Well... yeah, I did say that. [ He looks up. ] But I said that coming here is your choice. I'm not forcing you to do anything. That door?

[ He looks over and points towards it. ]

Totally normal. No magical barriers or enchantments whatsoever. It... well, it sticks a little bit, but that because it's old and the lock is a little screwy, but other than that it opens normally.

I wanted to see you. If you feel like being somewhere else or you've got something more important to do, by all means.

[witchsupreme]

[ she chews on her thumbnail. Oh, nervous habits. Always a bitch. ]

You asked me to come, so I'm here. That's reason enough for me.

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[ He stares seriously for a minute. ]

You look tired.

[witchsupreme]

I always look tired. This is not new.

[ ugh don why you got to go and care about her wellbeing ]

[ifhebeworthy]

[ Thor is the God of Thunder. Don is the God of Patience. He remains unflappable. ]

You wanna talk about it?

[witchsupreme]

Do I ever want to talk about it?

[ she reaches over and snags his cup of coffee, taking a sip. ]

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[ His eyes follow her as she takes the cup, unmoving. ]

No, but I'm still asking.

[witchsupreme]

You would. You always do.

[ she pushes the cup back toward him, frowning. ]

When I'm here, I'm catching up on a universe fast-tracked toward fucking itself to death. When I'm home, I'm doing pretty much the same thing. And that? That is how I am. That is how I always am. You know that.

[ifhebeworthy]

I'd say something like 'kids your age always think they're invincible,' but... well...

[ He pauses, mouth a firm line. ]

One of these days you're gonna learn you don't have to do this yourself. And not even just that-- you can't. You have the resources. Use them.