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Who: Anyone!
When: Day 41, Noon
Where: Common Room
What: Mingle!

[In the common room, there are large stacks of colored paper on a simple wood table, a bowl filled with all different types of writing tools, and a small sign.]

What do you desire?

[Feel free to draw or write or mingle. Kain may be around.]

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Magic tricks, Kuroba-kun?

Just a few~

It wouldn't due for you to get out of practice, I suppose.

Are you kidding? What kind of magician would I be if I did let myself get out of practice?

A rather disappointing one.

And I am anything but disappointing.

True. And it would be a shame for you to start now.

Trust me, I don't plan on starting anytime soon.

Good. You're the only magician I've ever liked.

[eyebrow] I suppose I should be flattered.

Of course you should be. I hate every other magician. To go from that to like is a grand feat.

. . . oi oi. You don't have to hate everyone else.

I don't hate everyone else. Just magicians.

Only natural when they have a profession that feels like a mockery.

[eyebrow]

It's not a mockery.

Of course it's a mockery. Claiming to do magic when it's only trickery is mockery.

[. . . ha ha]

We've had this conversation before, Akako-san.

...yes, we have.

[Oh hey, draping over your shoulder and holding out a hand in front of him.] It's why I like you as a magician. [And there's a moment where she's silent before a white lilac appears in her hand in a faint red glow.]

You have the decency to call it for what it is. A deception people want. You have a personality that I can at least accept.

[instinctively stiffening at the touch, shying away a bit and blinking at the lilac in her hand]

. . .

[exhaaaale]

Magic is still magic, be it through deception or spellcasting. That is something that won't change.

Your magic and my magic is still different. At least, what you'll call 'your magic.' You might just have a special magic all your own that doesn't have to do with your tricks.

[Placing the flower in his hand.] But in the end, you're still the only magician I like.

. . .

[takes it. . .]

[. . . and waves his hand over it, closing it into his fist and making it disappear]

Not now, Akako-san.

Not now?

Not now.

Ah, so cold.

[Pulls back a bit.] But really, it's only natural to return a gift, isn't it? A gift on Valentines and I never returned it on White Day.

Is that how you see it?