Sorry for all the craze around the co-writer, hopefully you guys can look past that.
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Aniko POV
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares awa—
"TURN THAT OFF!" Lyon screamed, throwing a pillow at the noise, making it stop abruptly. I pouted. "You didn't have to freaking break my speaker! It was one of the things my dad got me that I actually liked!" I hissed, crossing my arms over my bare stomach.
"You've been playing that non-stop since we got here!" Lyon complained. I groan, looking up at the white ceiling. "But Lucy didn't leave us anything to do and I don't want to get lost in Magnolia..." I grumble.
Lyon raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you used to live here or something?" I scoffed. "It's been a year, I may a good memory for academics, but not navigation. I have no sense of direction."
"Oh, that's right. The first day you came to Lamia Scale, you were lost the entire day. I believe you also accidentally pulled the fire alarm." Lyon thought out loud, seeming to savor the blush that spread across my cheeks.
"H-Hey! I was dizzy okay?! The crowd in Lamia Scale is crazy! Not to mention that one girl Sherry! She kept shaking me, and talking about this love for Love thing!" I coughed out.
"Alright alright, lets just find something to do to kill some time before Lucy gets back from school." I nod as I get up.
"I still don't get why we couldn't go to school with her." Lyon sighed. "She said she wanted to be a surprise for Zeref." A blush coats my cheeks as the name is spoken, but I quickly manage to make it go away before Lyon saw.
"Anyways, what should we do? I saw a recording studio earlier but I don't want to get into her stuff." Lyon shrugs. "Wanna bake? I don't think Lucy will mind, besides, after we ate dinner yesterday, she said she had extras."
"I suck a baking though, and so do you." Lyon pouted. "We should always give it a shot." Lyon whined.
"There's no way that you can get me to agree to th—"
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"I can't believe you got me to agree to this." Lyon sighed, watching the cake that we put into the oven just seconds ago. I grow a tick mark.
"I swear, you are so lucky that I wasn't wearing my Nike hoodie today.." I grumbled, taking out some powder that was in my hair. Lyon looked away from the oven, deadpanning at me.
"You barely wore anything today despite the weather." I click my tongue. "It's not like I'm going outside, and even if I did, I'm used to it— and you've got no say! That stripping habit of yours gets out of hand too!"
"Hey! That's not fair!"
"Dang well it is! I may not wear much, but at least I have the decency to keep the clothing I have on!"
"Oh really?! All you're wearing is a white sports bra, black sport shorts, and a thin red jacket! At least when I'm clothed, I wear a decent amount!"
"Tsk!"
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Happy Martin Luther King Day!
~Crazy
