[Are they all friends, this seems incredibly optimistic. We're not all disneys, y'know.
He can guess what she's planning to do before she does it. Already shifting to brace himself against the porcelain and stand, breathing in to tell her no. (A hardline insist that she not drag Lucina back into it, thanks—)
But it all happens a little too late. Too distracted these days to act fast enough to head her off at the pass. It'll be enough to knock him out, for now. Enough that she can leave him, harmlessly locked up where he can't hurt anyone but himself. For now.
But expecting him to stay put might be a little much. (Sorry, not sorry.) By the time she comes back around, he's made himself scarce again. For better or for worse.]
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He can guess what she's planning to do before she does it. Already shifting to brace himself against the porcelain and stand, breathing in to tell her no. (A hardline insist that she not drag Lucina back into it, thanks—)
But it all happens a little too late. Too distracted these days to act fast enough to head her off at the pass. It'll be enough to knock him out, for now. Enough that she can leave him, harmlessly locked up where he can't hurt anyone but himself. For now.
But expecting him to stay put might be a little much. (Sorry, not sorry.) By the time she comes back around, he's made himself scarce again. For better or for worse.]