he was a sk8ter boi she said see you later boy (scrooge x magica)

[lifesa_witch]

 If Magica's older brother had actually been on time to pick her up from school for once, she would have been stunned. With the building almost completely empty at this hour, Magica continued playing on her phone, sitting on a bench outside. She could have easily waited for a bus or called a cab, but truth be told she was in no rush to get home. She hated her home. She hated her family. There was very little she didn't hate.

Still, it was getting a little chilly, and at this rate her phone would soon be dead. She sighed, contemplating calling Poe, but knowing it'd make little difference. He'd get there... eventually, if he didn't have another DUI wreckage on the way there.

She shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts and concentrate on the phone, keeping up to date on the latest trends and fashions, like a good De Spell was supposed to. As such, she was oblivious to any company that was heading her way.

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[lifesa_witch]

"Ah, and here comes the eyeroll I saved from before." There it went.

"What you need is to be staring at something besides small words on screen and paper. Or even just take a nap, gods forbid."

[richestduck]

"Why do you think I decided to go for a walk?" He leaned on his cane, one hand on his hip. "See? I took a break! Of my own free will!"

[lifesa_witch]

"And how long did you plan on taking this break?" She asked, having a fair idea.

[richestduck]

"Fifteen minutes. Standard break," he said, shrugging.

What? It was reasonable.

[lifesa_witch]

"You can't take a standard break for over-standard work!" Magica argued. "You just complained about it being six hours straight!"

[richestduck]

"Which is why I'm taking a break! It's fine!" he groused.

[lifesa_witch]

"So, when I go back to work, am I allowed to do the same thing?" She pointed at his face, ready to fight the good fight.

[richestduck]

"I'm not going to be at the office all hours of the day and night!" he protested.

[lifesa_witch]

"You're dodging the question." Magica stabbed his chest with her finger. "If I can't do it, neither can you. Or do you want to be the next one in the hospital while I get you a box of chocolates?"

[richestduck]

He turned red. "I was going to get a coffee."

See? That was...almost like socializing!

[lifesa_witch]

Now why was he turning red? A fever? See, he was overworking himself! "Then I'm going to get one too, and we're going to take our slow, sweet time savoring it."

[richestduck]

"Fine! If it'll get you to stop nagging me!"

Honestly, who was she? His mother?

He grumbled as he walked towards the little cafe a few doors down from his office building. Despite his irritation with her, he held the door for her.

[lifesa_witch]

Glass houses, stones, etc etc etc.

Magica nodded at the door holding, walking inside. "If it'll make you calm down any faster, I'll pay."

[richestduck]

"...It'll help."

Still a cheapskate. What a winner.

[lifesa_witch]

There, see? They could compromise. Kinda.

Magica ordered a dark roast for herself, along with a chocolate croissant. "Anything extra you'd like to get?"

[richestduck]

"Just the coffee is fine." Then his stomach growled. He winced. "...And I'll take a chocolate croissant as well, I suppose."

He hadn't realized he'd skipped lunch.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica smirked, but kept any victory comments for herself. She also made the decision to eat and drink outside, picking a small table under a tree.

"There. Now, we sit, we eat, we drink, we unwind."

[richestduck]

"I was going to take a moment to drink my coffee."

Probably at his desk, but details.

He tried to disguise it, but he stretched his bad leg, trying to get some of the soreness out of it. He really had needed to get up, it seemed. His bad leg had gotten stiff.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica glanced over, an eyebrow raised. "... I know I was making light of the hospital, but are you all right?"

[richestduck]

"I'm fine. Old injury that never healed quite right. It'll pass," he said, giving an awkward smile. "Sadly, the cane's not just for show."

[lifesa_witch]

"It would be an odd prop to show off." Magica pointed out. "Though I can't say I don't like the twirling."

[richestduck]

"Oh, it's arguably one of the handiest tools I've got. Plus I can keep it on hand in case of trouble."

To prove his point, he held out the cane for her to take. She'd find it to be much heavier and more solid than a standard cane.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica raised her eyebrows, clearly not having expected the weight. "This weighs a ton!" She held the hook edge and rode her hand up and down the other end. "What's this even made out of?"

Just like with the chocolates, she had no idea how her... hand actions... were encouraging Scrooge's imagination.

[richestduck]

"Solid steel," he told her, eyes following the motion of her hand as he internally screamed. "Which has come in handy more times than you know. Certainly kept me from getting run through in Madagascar."

[lifesa_witch]

Fortunately the little tidbit of information was enough to make her stop or cane groping. "Come on, you can't just drop something like that and not expect me to ask for the story."