Mag nodded and sighed wistfully, staring up at the ceiling. "I always wanted a little brother or sister when I was little," she confessed. "But I was all that my mom could have--and all that we could afford." She gave a small smile at the thought of Daichi made to look like a girl by his sisters--now she had to meet them. "We can call them someday or something, right? And...hm..." she mumbled, thinking up another question. "What are your parents like?"
"I'll call them someday this week and ask them if they can come." Daichi said, smiling. He wrapped his arms around her, in a hug, and yawned softly. "Your mom couldn't afford another child? That's . . . sad." He muttered. "Well, my parents were quite demanding. They liked my sisters more, since they got better grades. They were good parents, nonetheless."
Aiden shrugged. "There are plenty of occupations. Illusionists, Shapeshifters, Elementalists, Sirens, Seers, and a ton more I can't even remember. Don't worry about trying to figure out what you want to be right now; you have plenty of time to find something you could do." He sighed, leaning against the wall, thinking. "Hmm--what kind of things do you like to do? Maybe we can determine something from that."
Mag smiled at the thought of them coming, laying her head against his chest. Remembering her mother made her give a slight frown, but she quickly covered it up again, making sure he wouldn't notice. "Demanding? What could they possibly have made you do? 'Oh, Daichi, pick your dirty clothes off the bathroom floor'?" she said in the voice of a whiny housewife, snickering. "Maybe...maybe someday I can meet your parents too," she murmured.
"Well, illusions are pretty cool, I guess." Emiko bit her lip softly, staring at Aiden for a while. She then slowly turned her gaze towards her feet, blushing faintly. Must be a handful dealing with me, she sighed softly, fidgeting with her fingers.
Daichi chuckled softly. "Yes, Mag. There's food in the kitchenette. It's so unusual, isn't it?. .# He said, rolling his eyes dramatically. He brushed his hair from his eyes, shifting a little, as he drank some more soda. He sighed softly, before belching loudly. "The wonders of soda," He muttered, patting Mag's head idly.
Aiden looked at her and frowned. "You could be, maybe. But...I'm really beginning to doubt it. If you don't seem too excited about it, I doubt it's what you'd be good at." He sighed, biting his lip in thought. "Maybe you're something different than what everybody in your family is. You don't necessarily take after your parents in magic."
"It kind of is," Mag muttered--it was where she used to live, anyway, but it wasn't as if she'd have to ever go there again. Really, she had no choice in the matter, but if she did, she would have chosen not to go back anyway. "This place is amazing, isn't it? If I really had to die here, I don't think I would mind much." She sighed, taking it all in, then swatted at his hand. "I'm not a dog, fool.#
# xD Excaliber moment. "FOOL!# And then she can even whack him with her cane like Excaliber! Brilliant...~ )