A single word suddenly cut into the air, sharp as a knife.
"Poe."
The times that the Spell twins were honestly angry at each other could be counted on one hand - and now, this was one of them. Her hands were on Scrooge's back, but her cold glare was firmly on Poe's face. Poe himself froze - he couldn't remember the last time his sister looked at him like that.
She was angry he was hurting her slave.
Poe swallowed thickly, and didn't dare move. If Magica ordered it, he would have pulled out. For now, he stayed still, Magica still glaring at him as she gently stroked Scrooge's back.
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"Poe."
The times that the Spell twins were honestly angry at each other could be counted on one hand - and now, this was one of them. Her hands were on Scrooge's back, but her cold glare was firmly on Poe's face. Poe himself froze - he couldn't remember the last time his sister looked at him like that.
She was angry he was hurting her slave.
Poe swallowed thickly, and didn't dare move. If Magica ordered it, he would have pulled out. For now, he stayed still, Magica still glaring at him as she gently stroked Scrooge's back.