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Alright, time for #23.
>you were tearing Loona's hair out
>teaching Moxxie how to use the grimoire was a middling crapshoot, he had only gotten it right 4 times out of 10
>he was probably going to telefrag everybody next time you got a job, whenever that would be
>why did it work so well for you and not him?
>did Loona have some magical potential you didnt know about, or was Moxxie simply that shitty at it?
>you'd been mulling it over on the way back
>along with other, more pressing matters such as the impending hangout you were going to have with Octavia
>you told yourself it was to help get Loona back
>that maybe that bird chick knew something you didn't...
>you weren't really sure about the best way to approach it, if there even was such a way
>given she could barely use the book properly, you began to feel that you were barking up the wrong tree...
>was it too late to cancel?
>then again, getting cold feet might make Loona look bad...
>such thoughts and more plagued you even as you'd sipped coffee and gone through the motions on her sinstagram
>Octavia did say it went dead after all, and the less people concerned for you — for Loona — the better
>and so right there on her timeline was a photo of your mug, simply captioned 'comfee'
>.... you weren't good at this social media thing
>2 likes? You weren't sure why it bothered you, but it did
>enough that you'd stared at it for way longer than needed, waiting for the count to go up while Blitzo talked at you from across the room
>"Mm, yeah sure," you waved him off absentmindedly as he continued to ramble
>you had tuned him out fully by this point, only the sound of the front door opening and shutting drawing the attention of your swiveling ears
>it still felt bizarre, the way they moved on their own, or the way Loona's tail had settled across your lap like a fluffy blanket
>a fluffy blanket that had part of your spine embedded in it
