OH GOD I READ YOUR LAST REPLY AND I JUST REMEMBERED-

THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING HELP ME

the49thrabbit:

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"Of course we’re friends! And I’m sorry I didn’t share my lunch with you! I was just really hungry and I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANTED  AND I FEEL LIKE A TERRIBLE PERSON."

"I-I forgive you—" Sniffle. "But you have to go get food and share with with me."

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"H-he’s the guy over at the counter and he’s a really good chef and it won’t take long to make you what you want and just don’t cry! I’m sorry!"

"But I wanted to share lunch with you. Friends do that don’t they? Aren’t we friends?"

the49thrabbit:

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Swallows his food. “Uh, I just meant that Jerry’s literally right there and you can get whatever you want…?”

"I don’t know who Jerry is."

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Shovels the rest of it into his mouth. “Hehh to de no. Ho het yir own food.”

"Bu-ut Laaa-aaviiii-iii—"

homesick;

the49thrabbit:

His eyes widened as he studied the bracelet and gaped. The moment she said that it didn’t work for written languages was when he lost interest. And he was so close to never having to translate another archaic text ever again… Wait, did she mention dragons?

"Is every mythical creature I’ve ever read about real?" Lavi muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. "First there’s magic, then there’s dragons. What’s next, trolls? Moving pictures? Talking books?"

He stopped talking for a moment and just let Le do her thing. He figured she probably needed to focus and his rambling wasn’t helping. It sure as hell wasn’t helping him wrap his mind around this.

"Trolls aren’t that interesting," she replied absently, finally digging out the bear head she’d been looking for. "They smell, honestly. Bathing isn’t a big part of their culture. I know dragons best since I live practically next door and talk to a lot of them but mermaids are easier to understand. But to answer the question—" She snapped her bag closed and flashed him a grin.

"Probably." Le snapped her attention back to the bear head in her hands. "Okay, Snuggles. Time to wake up! I got a letter to send so open up."

Immediately the bear’s eyes flew open and the jaw dropped to allow Le to reach in, searching for a moment before patting it on the head. “No mail. Okay, sit tight Snuggles. Can I borrow a pen and paper maybe?”

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the49thrabbit:

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"OF COURSE HE DID IT, HE ALWAYS DOES. Can’t you just warp us outta here or something? I don’t even care where you take us we just need to go somewhere where we actually have a chance at survival!

"Yeah sure, maybe if there was magic to use!" Or, you know, she had a circle to fail with. "I could blow us up instead—!"

homesick;

the49thrabbit:

He laughed, watching her eat the last sandwich. It helped to keep the negativity at bay. “Y’know, for someone so small I didn’t think you’d have such a large stomach!” He stood up and picked up the empty plate, leaving it on a nearby desk. “You send that letter first and then I’ll bring you to the library while we wait, yeah?”

"Oh, right." He suddenly recalled the fact that she had asked him to translate the book from earlier. "What do you mean by translate? I mean, I can understand you, so you’re speaking the same language I am. I’m pretty sure that book was written in English which is what we’re speaking now…"

"Still hungry even," she replied, leaning back a bit further. "The price of magic is that it’s pretty energy intense and—Mmmmm. Crossing over is way expensive, it’s a miracle I’m not unconscious right now.” Her eyes narrowed at him slightly as he asked about the translation issue.

Then sighed and rubbed her nose lightly, wrinkling it under her palm. She wasn’t entirely sure she could explain it easily but… Holding up a finger for him to wait, the blonde turned to her bag and began digging around inside of it.

"The thing about magic and being a witch is that I have… tools? Enchanted items are powered by their own innate magic and don’t need to be in a magical environment to work, ya? So, I have absolutely no idea what English is and am not speaking it. I’m speaking my own language, but I’m wearing this—" Here she paused to lift a wrist and show off a charm bracelet. "Which alters what you say into something I understand and vice versa. It’s a basic tool for witches, since we do business with lots of creatures and not all can speak the common languages, or can speak them well enough to be understood. And some languages aren’t meant for human mouths—dragon, for example can’t be spoken by anything but a dragon. But to them it would sound like I was, if I was using this."

She nodded, finding the book she’d been looking for. “But it doesn’t work for written languages so I need someone to translate it into something I can read.”

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