[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?
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.
['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.]
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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?
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[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.
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...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.
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[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?
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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.