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Ah, sort of. I mean, you're probably from Earth... or... something that looks like Earth. I was one planet further out from the sun.

[. . .

a beat, and Fearless presents in a voice that, if one were to assume that he were that kind of person, might sound almost bashful in the way a punk asking about something he isn't supposed to be into might ask, or the way a child might ask if they don't want to seem too eager.]

What kinda things do you study about stars?

I'm from a world called Twisted Wonderland.

[If it looked like Earth, Cater wouldn't know--he's never heard of it. Maybe it was the place that the Prefect came from?]

Astrology, mostly. I'm into all kinds of fortune telling, but that's my favorite.

[One of the only classes he actively pays attention in and enjoys learning about independently. Certainly the only class that was primarily lecture based. A smile plays on his lips to actually talk about one of his interests, and he finally shifts to look more at Fearless versus the view.]

[Fearless turns his head to look at Cater, too, and there is a smile to match. they're almost like kids at a sleepover like this, really. he points to Cater and;]

That explains so much about you, actually.

You're one of those magic boys like Idia.

[rude that they're all obnoxiously gorgeous, but Fearless kind of likes the idea that one of them is into astrology, actually.]

You're not gonna tell me there's star magic, are you?

Yeah! Idia and I are suuuper tight--we're total besties!

[Caters laughs, grin going wide. Clearly, he doesn't mind the "accusation".]

Nah. Cosmic magic, but it's more, like, light and darkness. I can show you, later, if you want.

[When his pen isn't on the table, which I forgot that he had on him and didn't mention. It's fine. He has decided to disarm himself. Important.]

That would be pretty cool, though.

[Fearless snickers at the comment of 'besties'. Yeah, he's sure. You and him both, Cater.]

...Yeah, y'know, I'd love to see it. Magic on Mars is just sleight-of-hand, so.

[he reaches to tap ash off onto a tray on the bedside table before puffing and passing once again;]

Astrology's still pretty popular on Mars, too. I am—

[he has to laugh—]

kinda struggling to imagine fortune telling class, though, man.

One of my underclassmen is really into that--sleight-of-hand tricks. He's pretty good! Definitely needs to work on perfecting it, though. He's made some other kids pretty mad getting caught cheating at cards.

[Oh, Ace. Such a troublemaker...but Cater couldn't help feeling fond, anyway.]

I could show you that, too, sometime. I'm sure I can find some materials if I go shopping; most fortune telling is popular among non-magic users, just like astrology, so...I mean, like, can definitely help you read your tea leaves, if nothing else.

[He winks.]

Anyway, what's your sign?

['underclassmen'. these guys really do just have normal lives, don't they? Cater paints a picture in Fearless's mind of a kind of company Fearless is only just getting settled into accepting here in the afterlife.

ah, maybe the way he looks away from Cater can be passed off as just thinking that wink was too cute. it's not like he seems put off, or anything. put off isn't the right feeling. it's somewhere between fascinated and melancholy, really. saudades, nostalgia for something he's never known.]

Tell you what.

Guess with me. I'll guess one, you guess one.

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