Magic Box | Wednesday

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Had Illyana skipped going into town last week because people were still moping over time-traveling alternate universe children? Absolutely. That was too much emo, even for her.

Besides, she thought it prudent to stay out of sight, least someone realize teleportation was simply time travel wearing a different hat, and started asking her questions she didn't really want to answer.

Could she? Yes. Accurately? Debatable. Was it a good idea? Never.

But she was here today, playing with her personal deck of tarot cards, trying to figure out if Fandom had anything else up its sleeve for this month.

The Magic Box was open, and your mostly-friendly-neighborhood-Sorcerer is in!

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[amitragic]

Ulysses was dropping in mostly to prove he was still alive. He also had some bagged lunch - sandwiches, from elsewhere in town - with him, to prove he was at least halfway functional.

How compelling any of that evidence was remained to be seen.

He swanned in looking better than he had on prom night, anyway. "Hey."

[gospel_of_oblivion]

As long as he didn't look like a sad, half-drowned raccoon, he was already looking better than prom night.

"Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch," Illy said, making grabby-hands at him. "My hero."

[amitragic]

Ulysses had definitely managed to pack most of his sadness back in where it belonged.

He was also holding one of the bags out for her grabbing hands to snatch. "Oh, I see what it takes for you to be happy to see me."

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"I'm always happy to see you," she pointed out, stealing the bag away from him to perch on the counter like a gremlin and dig into it to see what he brought. "...I just don't like seeing you be sad like puddle. It makes me have to process Feelings."

And Dark Gods forbid that Illyana Rasputin admit to having Feelings beyond sass and rage.

[amitragic]

Uly's face scrunched up. "I was not like a puddle."

He had so been like a puddle.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Sad like puddle," she repeated, sticking her tongue out at him briefly. "--but that's okay because you were the best after-prom buddy ever."

Thank goodness, because she might have tried to jump Jules or Vi if she hadn't had other plans, and that would have been a terrible decision that probably would have involved more Feelings.

"So, do you want to talk about it, or pretend it never happened?" Because both were totally viable options.

[amitragic]

"Uh, pretend, absolutely," Ulysses said without needing a moment to think about it. "I'm done with, like..." Vague wave of the hand. "Feelings."

Sure you were, Uly. Sure you were.