Thread:Shion Azure/@comment-39778776-20190622143253

After all, she had a large rolling chair - one much too big, for no partiular reason, but her wings still peeked around the back at Mari - and had the window closed with the blinds down. The blinds were angled so that the light was cast in a horizontal stripe sort of pattern, but Wyvern's inexplicably large chair blocked a lot of it. This chair was behind a pretty sizeable desk (but a more sensible size than the chair, which miraculously managed to fit through the door) and on the other side of the desk was Mari. Her chair was fairly average, just slightly fancier than those plastic classroom chairs we all know and loathe.

But what killed the mood was that Mari was scrolling through her social media instead of really being concerned. It's Wyvern, Mari told herself. ''The worst she'll do is post something embarrassing online. Or, in return for not posting them, she'll find some other way to humiliate- ''Mari instantly recalled those pictures Wyvern had gotten of her with Cynthia that one day.

''Oh dang it. The shipping craze is back.''

"So," Wyvern said, breaking the silence. She slowly and dramatically turned her chair around. Since she and Drago didn't keep cats, she couldn't exactly be petting a kitty in her lap like many villains seem to do. But she was determined to make this as cliché as possible, wasn't she? If she couldn't have a cat, then a Pegasus was the best stand-in.

This got Mari's attention. "There's a Shion in your lap," she said as if this were just a small observation.

Shion's expression said it all. "This is not my idea," they said. "But she said she'd leave me alone for a week. A WEEK, MARISSA."

"Don't," Wyvern said, stroking their mane. "Don't speak. Cats don't speak."

"They don't fly either," Shion quipped under their breath.

Wyvern decided to ignore that. "Now Mari, I expect you're wondering why you're here."

Mari didn't even set her phone down, but looked Wyvern dead in the eye. "You're going to post those pictures you took of me either restarting the shipping craze, making fun of the bad angles, or probably both, knowing you, and the only way out of it is by some humiliating action or other means of making me feel like your minion."

Wyvern's expression would have been quite hilarious if this hadn't been such a regular occurrence. "Okay, basically, yes." She set Shion on the floor. "You are dismissed now. Our deal begins tomorrow."

"I seriously can't wait," Shion sighed, transforming back into their hybrid state and leaving.

Mari returned her gaze to her phone. "So whaddaya want?" she asked flatly. "Money? Internet fame? Other money?"

Wyvern evilly narrowed her eyes. "For an entire week," she grinned, "you will not make threats to me. You will not get angry at me. You are not required to defend me if you see somebody else mad at me, but you must not take their side."

"You sound like a rulebook," Mari commented. 