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[priceofmagic]

 [It helps to know sometimes that Satou has magical empathy: She can pick up on emotions in a room as if they are her own, and turns that emotional energy into magic. To compensate for a broken sleeping schedule, she often 'recharges' her magic when she's at home... Which is now Fairy Haven... with Aizawa... and also, Mic.

who have the feelings.]

Something's wrong with me...

[have a melancholy, teenage girl sigh.]

Not like, health-wise. Health is fine. Magic is fine. Work is fine. But then I get home and just... Especially when Mr Aizawa and Mr Mic are in a room together....

[She probably meant to mark this as private, but has forgotten. Oops. Sorry to call you men out.]

I feel strange... Like all warm and antsy. Am I afraid of them, or? [lowering her voice to a worried whisper:] Do I have an Electra Complex? What do I do?

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[priceofmagic]

[She moves the chair closer with her magic, as a silent 'thank you' for the cookies. Clearly, someone is peeking through her hands and watching her dad carefully.

When he brings up her feelings, Satou lowers her hands. Slowly, as if she is gradually exposing herself to the room... Then nods.]

Mm... How did you know it would change?

[sleepingbagsensei]

[Chair it is. He's leaning forward on the back part of it, head propped on the top while munching on a cookie. He waits for an answer, see any changes. When he does, there is an 'ah' which confirms it.]

It mostly happens when Mic and I are in a room, right? You sponged too much emotions again.

[He clearly states indifferently. That's all the explanation she's going to get.]

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Mm. Whenever you're both home, it starts up a-again. [She's beginning to tear up, crying before her logic kicks in.]

I'm sorry. It's so gross of me. You're like a father to me, a-and yet I! [hic] I'm always ruining thi-thi..iiings... huh.

[And again, she lowers her hands to look at him.]

... sponge huh?

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[priceofmagic]

[the gears are turning

slowly but surely, until--]

HUH?!

[sleepingbagsensei]

[Yeah. He's going to stay quiet until those gears starts turning. When they do, still staying quiet, while finishing on cookie.

Oh no, she technically called him 'dad'. He is trying not to express this now because Satou in desperate need. It does make him all warm and happy inside.

He goes for his glass of milk next, which leaves him a white mustache, and ah-- there it is, Satou's realization!]

Makes sense now?

[priceofmagic]

[Instead of covering her face, Satou now cups her cheeks. The colour is gathering again, but not because she has a crush on Shouta.]

A, ahh. Y-Yes. I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize... I-I was sponging on... [GULP.

she's so embarrassed. Enough so to stuff a whole cookie in her mouth, in hopes of hiding her awkward expression.]

[sleepingbagsensei]

Oh no, we haven't done anything like that.

[Yet. NOT HELPING. Talk about TMI. Meanwhile, he will pass her glass of milk towards her so she doesn't choke herself, while he sighs a relief. Makes him wonder what else she's sponging from the Haven.]

It was Mic's you were picking up.

[priceofmagic]

[Gonna gulp down that milk before she actually dies.]

Still... That's so rude of me. I thought I was only picking up basic feelings from people.

... What'll I do? I need my empathy, or I can't keep my four hour sleeping schedule. I've been using it to replace sleep.

[sleepingbagsensei]

No, running away would.

[Lets face it. Shouta already had an idea what Satou was planning while having this indifferent expression on.]

Nap anytime you get a break.

[Shouta please.]

Or walk far away when you're hit with that emotion, again.

[priceofmagic]

Yeah... I'll run if I have to.

[She shuffles her weight awkwardly on the bed,] Also.. Shouta, um.

Thank you.. for coming to save me.

[sleepingbagsensei]

[He ruffles her hair, messing it on purpose. ]

Sleep for eight hours. It's important to rest your body. The natural way.

[Aka. Thanks for not running away you dork.]