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Marie's dull, downcast gaze goes through all the colors of the rainbow as the action scene on the TV flickers and flashes. The sisters had wasted the sunlight watching Magical Girl Drillface's first season, and they weren't even halfway through it.
Not a word from Dad or Shaniqua.
Kuro: Ok, so, Shaniqua, you did get why that happened, right?
Chin resting on her hand, Blanc only shrugs with one shoulder, and only barely.
Blanc: Eh.
Kuro: Lord Hateseveryonealot was only pretending to be redeeming himself to pull on Drillface's strings! And yet, he didn't shoot her with the Cat Shotgun that shoots cat. Why do you think that happened?
Blanc: I dunno. This kinda cringe.
On instinct, Marie glances at Kuro's face to see it change from liquid to solid.
Kuro: No, it's not 'cringe'. It's about friendship and being brave.
Blanc: Nigga I dunno, I gave it the benefit of the doubt for like FOUR HOURS and nobody even died. FOUR HOURS watching crackas talk like this.
Blanc had been talking only moving her mouth, managing somehow to keep the rest of her face completely still.
Kuro: Oh, come on, that doesn't matter.
Blanc: Nigga look, you put a cap on a nigga and that's it. No crying no talking no dancing no buuulllshieeet. Shit would last like one chapter at most.
Kuro: Marie?
What a pleading voice.
๑ Marie: I think it's cool. Yeah.
Kuro: Why do you think it's cool?
๑ Marie: Eh, I dunno, I like when they like shoot hearts and shit. The animation is pretty good.
Kuro: ...right. The animation.
Blanc: Let me ask you somethin. Dem niggas just like, stare while bitches get naked and put on other clothes? Cause I'd rather get my head blown the fuck off on the spot, man. You won't catch me breathing and wearing that shit at the same time.
Kuro: Not everything has to make sense in fantasy!
Blanc: Well it's too real to me, causa a ain't seen ONE nigga in like four hours, not even in the public, not even like working a cafe or something, and daaayuum, let alone shooting hearts.
Kuro: There aren't black people in Japan!
Blanc looks at her sister straight in the eye wearing her natural poker face.
Blanc: So like does fantasy has to make sense or not, girl? What is it, then? Cause if it doesn't- then why don't we niggas get to be in it?
The shock makes Marie forget about Shaniqua for a very solid second. The damage already done, the real Magical Girl looks at Kuro; her sister wasn't crying yet.
Kuro: ...what the hell are you talking about? IT'S NOT YOU THAT DOESN'T GET TO BE THERE!
๑ Marie: Oh fuck no. Wait-
As she expected, Kuro storms out off the room straight to hers. Locks are locked with faint cracking sounds. Marie feels both relief and guilt at feeling relief that at least this sister doesn't run off to the streets.
Then, of course, she turns towards Blanc.
