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“Come ooooon Poooollllllyyyyyy,” Trucy whined, trying to wheel his chair away from his desk as he used all his strength to stay put but also not be pulled out of his chair.
He had a funny feeling that whoever made office chairs with wheels didn’t intend for them to be used by magicians to roll their lawyer employees away from their very real and actual work and not a manga they were hiding in a manilla folder like it was an important document.
“Trucy I’m busy … I can’t always do magic with you during a work day. What if a client comes in and thinks we just do magic and leaves?” it was a very real possibility since they were already at a disadvantage because law wasn’t anywhere in the name.
“Well if magic turns them away, then we don’t want them here,” she huffed, before quickly recovering and bouncing on her feet. “Besides, if magic’s an issue, what about your prom suit?”
“Hey! I’ll have you know an old lady told me I looked very handsome!”
“Was she a chaperone at your prom?”
He sputtered, desperate to find a good argument but instead grumbling and sinking down to hide behind the folder with his manga. “She was the photographer, actually.”
“See? Prom suit.”
“You’re getting us off topic, and I’ve won cases in this suit!” Every case he’s been in so far he’s won, and he didn’t get a lot of people calling him a “ handsome young man ” and he was allowed to have the one go to his head.
“I’ve done magic in this office long before you even joined, Polly,” Trucy crossed her arms. “And I think you’re forgetting that I’m your boss and the reason why you won a lot of those cases.”
She was right, but it didn’t mean that Apollo had to like it. Which was a good thing because he didn’t.
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to do magic. You’re just going to put me in the sword box again!” she hadn’t said one way or another, but he could feel it. He could feel it in his heart.
“I never said what I was gonna do, and besides, the sword box isn’t that bad!” she huffed. “How many times have you been poked with a real sword?”
“It’s not the real sword part that I don’t like, it’s the getting poked with things I can’t brace for,” and it’s not like she’d know the agony that was the sword box. She’s never gotten in .
“I think you’re just being a sword baby,” Trucy stuck her tongue out at him. “And why do you always think that it’s gonna be that one? You know other tricks, right Polly?”
He wasn’t sure why she was asking. Trucy knew for a fact that he knew more because she did magic to him all the time, and to the point where she made him a matching outfit of his own for when she did magic to him professionally and he had to perform in front of people.
“I do,” he paused, an idea from a deep seated memory bubbling to the surface. “I think I even know how to do one. Ever heard of the Cup Trick?”
Trucy blinked at him, obviously not prepared for him to have a counter to her teasing for once. “You’ve known magic this whole time , Polly? You gotta show it to me! I wanna see the Cup Trick!”
His definitely real work was set to the side as he got up. “I think we have all the things we need here.”
After the last glitter disaster he knew there was a broom in the closet, so he went and grabbed it, and one of the paper cups they had next to the decorative coffee maker should be fine for this. He’d use water from the tap because even if the coffee machine did work, the water would be way too hot.
“I think this is everything, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” or more accurately, since it was done to him. “Can you give me a hand with this?”
Trucy gasped. “I get to be your assistant for a change!”
“Trucy you’ve been my assistant before on ca-” he sighed, “-nevermind, I just need your help with this.”
“Okay! What do you need me to do, Polly?”
He got up on the couch, and reached up as far as he could until the cup touched the roof, and then he put the broom underneath to hold it in place. “Okay, so I need you to hold onto the broom.”
Just like he asked, Trucy grabbed the handle to keep it in place. “It’s in place! Now what?”
Apollo stared up at the cup.
It actually worked. Apollo couldn’t help but grin up at his work. He never thought he’d be able to pull that off, especially not on someone as smart as Trucy.
He hopped down off the couch and gave her jazz hands. “Ta-da~!”
Trucy furrowed her brow, before looking up at the cup still held in place on the ceiling. Her eyebrows shot back up as her eyes widened as she realized exactly what it was that he had done on this day. “Polly! I can’t believe you!”
“What? Don’t you like my trick?” he asked, doing his best to feign innocence. Turns out it’s a lot harder to do than Trucy makes it look.
She pouted back at him. “You tricked me! This isn’t magic at all!”
“I never said I knew magic. I just said I knew a trick. You were the one who called it magic,” he crossed his arms. He had gotten her on a technicality! This was incredible!
“You’re lucky I’m stuck under here, because as soon as I’m out we’re gonna test out new magic!”
He narrowed his eyes at her, because her tone made his stomach drop. “What kind of new magic?”
“Tricks that’ll make the sword box look like baby stuff!”
She had to be bluffing . There was no way she knew magic like that. Absolutely none.
But he also didn’t feel his bracelet tighten. Which was probably as bad a sign as there could possibly be.
The cup wobbled uneasily as she slowly started to lower the broom. “I’d get running if I were you, Polly.”
During the time at the Wright Anything Agency Apollo had learned many important things. Mr. Wright can’t be trusted, your clients can be trusted, and most importantly, if Trucy tells you to run, you had better start running.
And now seemed like as good a time as any, because from behind him he could hear the paper cup hit the floor. It was only a matter of time before Trucy was upon him and doing magic at him.
He would run, and hope that he could at the very least make it to the mens bathroom on the main level and hide out for a bit.
But he would admit, that it was a little worth it.