Pixie Dust, Monday

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It was a lot quieter than last week, which was a relief. Makita was just going to nap on the counter, and try to forget the events of last Friday.

She'd been a pacifist. Ugh.

She'd get around to burning the ugly stuff eventually, but for now, the register made a great pillow.

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"Hey, beautiful," Proto walked in after class. "I've got a little something for you." He held up a brand new bottle of scotch. Not that there was anything wrong with vodka, but sometimes it was nice to change things up.

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"Hi, handsome," she sighed, sitting up. "You didn't need to bring me anything."

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"Hey, can I help it if I want to spoil you sometimes?" Not that he was very good at it, but... it was the thought that counted?

[Always! Try to stay sane!]

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"You could spoil me by bringing me lunch sometime," she joked, tired lips quirking into a smile.

She put her hand out for the bottle anyway. "Gimmie that, handsome. Between Friday and yesterday, it should taste good."

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Proto let her take the bottle and stepped over, reaching out for an easy hug.

"You look tired," he murmured.

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//They have a holiday here for fathers,// she whispered, switching to their native language as she folded into his arms. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't. //What would Papa think of me being here, and not in back in Nokgorka?//

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//Oh, Maki,// Proto whispered back, tightening his arms around her. //He'd be happy that you were safe. Even if it was only for a little while.// Because they both knew they'd go back sooner or later. The Elders were going to need them.

//He only ever wanted you to be free and happy.//