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[hauntedsavior]

anna amarande

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[hauntedsavior]

[maybe they will look dumb as hell. but maybe the two of them deserve to look dumb as hell for a bit. ange, no longer a golden witch hopped up on butterfly magic, and anna, no longer swearing and covered in blood that smells like motor oil. just two comically mismatched sisters being idiots together. that seems like it fits.]

Yeah. Of course I can help you walk. [and, in the spirit of looking stupid, she adds:] How do you feel about piggyback rides?

[she's got a dumb grin on her face. she's pretty sure she knows the answer, but it's funny to suggest it even as she slides her arm around ange's shoulders and starts slowly walking towards the kitchen with her.]

[entreats]

Don't even try. You're going to collapse to the ground with me on top of you. It'll be very embarrassing.

[ Sure, it's a little mumbled, but it's still a very Ange-like answer. Especially in its speed - like some sense of herself has returned to her, able to quip back like this in the first place.

Even as she's allowing Anna to help her in supporting her sideways, Ange definitely leaning into the hold, but managing to move her own feet. It's a slow walk, but a walk all the same - and without anyone falling to the ground.

(For now, anyway.) ]

.. but if you want an honest answer. [ Because this is clearly a time for dumb confessions, right. Whatever, if they've been emotionally dumb this entire time, they might as well keep it up, just as long as Anna's babysitters are out of earshot. ] If it's you, then it's fine.

[ N-Not like Ange has a thing for still being able to be slightly babied by her older siblings or anything!!! S-Sheesh!! ]