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"...ew." was all Makie could muster. "B-B-Butch...h-hitting o-on Tiffy..? H-He's s-such an idiot."

Makie shuddered at the thought of Butch ever hitting on Tiff, or even herself. She almost died. She mentally slapped herself.

"Nah, I-I don't th-think Butch w-would h-hit on m-me. I-I'm so plain a-and short." she reasoned with herself. She tugged on the ends of her out of habit when she felt like she was doing something stupid. But she stopped when Oliver remembered the day back when the park first opened. She felt the color rise to her cheeks- so happy that he had remembered the day!

She celebrated inwardly, especially when Oliver flashed one of his happy grins- it made her overly happy herself whenever he would smile. It was contagious, for she always felt herself smiling as well.

Even as she ran, and even when she lost, she couldn't help but smile.

"Aw n-no f-fair- you h-have longer legs!" Makie blushed a bit as she said this, also letting out a playful giggle. "I-I g-guess I gotta train h-harder then." Makie too went backup on her tippie toes before pushing forwards and starting to swing. She closed her eyes with sigh of content. Swings were very fun to play on the swings- it was always relaxing to feel like you were flying and that nothing could touch you.

"O-Ohh..! W-Well..." Makie blushed a bit, keeping her eyes closed as she envisioned her own routines. "D-Did Ai t-tell y-you about m-my trials..? I-I always rant t-to her a-about th-them and s-sometimes she c-comes t-too..!" Makie opened her eyes, looking over to Oliver who had been staring straight ahead. He slapped himself on the forehead.

"A-Are y-you okay..? D-Do y-you have a h-headache..?" Makie asked, concerned as the two swung back and fourth. She always would slap her own forehead when she had a headache in hopes that it would go away. Of course, it never did until she took medicine or focused on something so intently, she forgot about the headache.

"B-Because, w-we c-could stop a-and d-do something s-simple l-like the sl-slides.." Makie looked over to the play set with a long red twisty slide, and monkey bars and a bunch of others things that you could play act on.

(She did, because I'm a creepy stalker who saved all the posts. But then Oliver was like, Well, I like you too..but he never said anything back because 'he might harm her' because he's a demon.)

"...sh-she didn't?" Makie asked in a surprised tone. Looking as he pondered this thought. Makie was quite confused how he could find out about them. The only thing that went in the paper was the rankings, no journalist could ever describe the teachnicalities, so the paper only put up the rankings. Which sucked, since Makie liked reading an outsider's opinion who didn't have any knowledge of the technique involved.

"O-Oh, y-you don't s-see her much..?" Makie looked down at her feet as she swung. "That makes both of us." she mumbled under her breath.

"...o-oh...? S-Sources..!?" Makie was a bit paranoid at this. Mainly because she wondered who was going to these matches and telling Oliver about them. She mentally spazzed about it for 2.2 seconds until she calmed herself. At least it was a better method of keeping in touch with old friends instead of just stalking their matches. She glanced back towards Oliver, only to start blushing once more like a giddy little school girl.

It had been a while since she had seen the happy, hyper Oliver. The one that acted like such a kid. Mainly, he had matured much more- not that he wasn't mature back then, because Makie could swear she could see his maturity back then that was hidden but there in it's own way- but he had become a man. He had stopped wearing those adorable outfits and actually wore the standard male uniform.

Of course Makie knew he was mainly keeping up this...'image' for the outside world, but it was great that she could still see the old Oliver. Change sucked, she would give anything to go back to the old days.

"...o-oh..? A-A b-birthday p-party..!?" Makie knew about this of course, but she put on a frazzled face for Oliver. "O-Oh, I-I didn't h-hear a-about any p-parties..." Makie let out a shaky giggle- out of nervousy of her lie being picked up and to hopefully pass over the angriness that surrounded Oliver at that moment. They had quite the rivalry going on. It was so intense to see their matches, in which Oliver completely crushed the poor soul. The next day Butch would just challenge him again and rise, wash, repeat. You would think Butch would learn?

"O-Oh, gr-great..!" Makie started to slow down, as she let her feet skid off the ground until she was swinging relatively near the ground before she jumped off. Though, it wasn't nearly as epic as Oliver's jump, and not nearly as high.

"Y-You're like a k-kitty! Y-You landed o-on your feet p-perfectly!" Makie commented, clapping her hands together. Though, in moments he had grabbed her wrist and began to run. She blushed a deep crimson, looking away to calm her nerves.

Just like the good old days. It gave her a kind of serene comfort to think about that.

Oliver's face was screwed up with concentration. He walked slowly, with his eyes closed. The sunlight beamed down from the heavens, but somehow they seemed to miss anywhere within a foot of Oliver. A slight breeze blew his hair into his face, but he didn't push it back. He was constantly muttering under his breath what sounded like an incantation. If there's a playground with my name, he thought, Why not go visit while practicing my powers? He was casting the Sight spell, or as Oliver called it, the Night Light [because he only used it at night], which allowed him to see through his magic when his eyes were closed. But he had no idea it would be so difficult trying to move at the same time. His "vision" was constantly dimming and refocusing, and everything was a dingy shade of gray. Nevertheless, why not try?

He arrived at the gate to the playground, eyelids fluttering. His vision dimmed again, and he refocused it. Only the cool feeling of magic flowing about him was reassuring his bad intuition of something bad happening. Stepping into the playground, he stopped and looked at the people surrounding him. With his eyes still closed, he sat on a swing and continued spellcasting.

Sam covered most of her yawn as she came into the playground, she put her hands in her pockets, walked toward a couple of people not really interesting in doing anything in her new school, she'd just happened to cross over through the school to this place... she watched as they all talked and practiced spells. She went over to the girl talking to a boy that seemed to be concentrating very hard, Sam decided not to disturb them, but instead walked around toward a very old apple tree. She passed by without a word to either of them... she didn't know anyone yet, so she'd decided not to interfere. She continued up the hill to the tree and sat down under it, her cap in her leather side pouch if she needed a quick escape.

Sammy looks up, her eyes changing into a light green as she looks over the girl that had called to her. "oh, hey..." she said casually. "Sam." she said, hoping the girl didn't think she was a boy because of her hair... She forced a smile, then quickly looked up, noticing a slight sent high in the tree. She jumps onto the nearest branch like a cat, instantly growing black cat ears and tail, her eyes turning a bright yellow color. Her cat collar bell ringing, and her jacket not heavy on her at all. She continuously jumped onto another branch, following the musky smell.

She follows after the smell, a squirrel jumping out of the tree into the next. She watched sadly as the squirrel hopped away to the next tree... "...Damn it." she said, her ears and tail drooping down a little, her eyes turning a light blueish-white. She got down out of the tree and went over to were the girl was. "Nice to meat you too Luna-san." She said, her ears and tail disappearing to be replaced with fox ears and a tail. Her bell rang again as she smiled a childish grin, her ears lifting curiously at her. Her hair turned a light umber/orange color.

"actually... I just got here." she said a little embarrassed. "You?" She asked. Her tail flicking back and forth and her eyes changing to a light maroon.

Sammy shrugged, "Eeh, Shape Shifter..." She said casually. "But I can also wield the elements... but I don't do it often... I prefer to draw and make clay figures..." She said, taking out a little bit of clay from her leather pouch and moving it around in her hands, creating an almost realistic clay dragon figure. Her eyes flashed a bright green and the figure began to move on its own, moving its head up and moving around in her hand. It then defied gravity and flew over to Luna. Sam smiled, she liked her figures when they were alive... it made her happy.