Quoted By:
>"Pastries are all that matters."
>ACTIONS:
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-Ask A a LOT of questions.
<span class="mu-s">T</span>he frilly black laces on her back, wrapping the yet too large gothic dress around her small frame, weighs on Helen’s mind as she chews on the croissant- after all, it's itchy. Yet, the taste in her mouth is so good that she doesn’t want to stop eating. Bothered by the itching that distracts her from the taste, yet not enough to do anything about it because the taste is so good, Helen is stuck in limbo.
A Coordinator. What is a Coordinator? Someone that coordinates… what? People? Magic? Monkeys in suits? Silently, Helen giggles at the thought. As A raises an eyebrow, the little girl imagines A arguing with said monkeys for naught, trying to convince them to sit and do paperwork but they keep taking their clothes off and screaming and jumping around.
卌 <span class="mu-s">A</span>: <span class="mu-i">I wish that was further from the truth.</span>
Shocked out of dreamland, Helen’s crimson eyes follow the Coordinator’s stretched arm all the way down. She finds A’s finger touching the red crystal etched on the ring on her tiny hand. Whatever happened fades from her mind as Helen becomes aware that she dropped what survived of the croissant on the floor.
卌 <span class="mu-s">A</span>: <span class="mu-i">To be honest, I do not know either. Why Magical Girls in our line of work are called ‘Coordinators’... maybe it is because we coordinate inner magics in disarray? I guess I didn’t care about the meaning as long as I got to survive.</span>
But Helen is stretching her arm down as far as her little body lets her, thinking of little but the ‘Five Seconds’ rule of fallen food (which she’s already stretching to ten and going). Not daring to waste a bite, Helen bends that chair over at an almost perfect 44.99° over the spilled pastry under A’s now concerned stare.
卌 <span class="mu-s">A</span>: <span class="mu-i">I have more if you-</span>
Helen falls face-first into the croissant.
