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The Garden, Tuesday Early Evening

It was true that no one so far had gotten mad at her for anything and her classes were being held outside and no one mentioned it was weird when she left her room and so, even though Alluka was still (maybe a little scared) concerned about getting caught, she'd decided to, at the very least, wander outside enough to go and sit on the grass.

Grass was fun. It was all tickly and funny-shaped and hard to tie into knots. (She tried.) When she got tired of that, she flopped down on her back and looked up at the blue, blue sky. It was prettier than the mural in her room back home, she decided, even though the real sun didn't smile, and just burned her eyes if she stared at it too long.

And (still) there was no one to rage at her for leaving her room. Not that her family had ever raged at her--she'd never even managed to get the door open and Alluka, honestly, couldn't remember the last time she'd tried--but… well… few people were as scary as her parents were. She wasn't brave like Killua.

(But then, she didn't have to be.)

Alluka sat up, her giraffe in her lap, and looked around the lawn. She didn't feel quite like trying to go to town, but maybe she'd just explore the grounds around the dorms and school.

So that was what she did, right up until she saw something so amazing that it sent her flying back to the dorms, racing up stairs, and right to Mabel's room. She knocked eagerly on the door, not even considering that Mabel might not be there.

"Mabel, Mabel, Mabel!"

[Mabel's thread comes first, but open to all!]

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Alluka flung her arms wide. “Full of soft and squishy pillows! Can you believe it?!”

It was the newest, bestest thing ever that she’d ever found!

Then she did a spin, just out of sheer exuberance.

Mabel needed to do a spin of her own. Because it was excellent! So excellent!

And then, with a mischievous grin on her face, she bounced over to pluck a pillow from the tree.

"Ever have a pillow fight?"

Mabel was a terrible person.

“Only with my toys,” Alluka admitted, laughing. Killua had never wanted to play that game with her, though he’d played a lot of other ones. “Do you think we really can?”

Mabel had taken a pillow! Was that allowed?

"I bet nobody will mind at all," Mabel declared, passing Alluka the pillow she'd picked and reaching for another one for herself. "And it's great fun! You just swing the pillow, like this!"

Yep. There she went, going to give Alluka a gentle bop with the pillow in her hands.

Alluka giggled, bouncing back a few steps.

"I need to put Bubbles someplace safe!" she protested, since carrying a giraffe and swinging a pillow would be hard.

"Oh! Then here..." Mabel skipped to the side a ways, and then put the pillow on the ground. "Ta-da! A special seat, just for Bubbles!"

A pillow throne of his very own!

"Thank you!" Alluka said happily, following Mabel's lead and skipping over to the pillow. She set Bubbles down upon it carefully, readjusted the toy when it tried to topple over, and then hopped back.

"Can Bubbles be our referee?"

"Bubbles looks like a fine and fair giraffe," Mabel decided with some authority as she looked the toy over. "I think Bubbles would make a great referee!"

Because pillowfighting was a very serious outdoor sport, now.

Well, obviously!

Alluka grinned and shook her pillow out, to get a better grip on it, and then looked at Bubbles before laughing.

"Bubbles says it's time to start!"

And, so: incoming pillow, Mabel!

"Eeee!" No fair, Bubbles! You were sitting on Mabel's pillow! She took the first whomp of the pillow with poise and grace (she squealed), and then set down her camera beside their referee before jumping up to try to reach another pillow of her own. "I'm gonna get you! Just as soon as I can reach another one, I'm gonna get you!"

Almost... Aaallllmooooost!

She should have brought her grappling hook.

Alluka was... not above cheating, no. It sort of ran in her family a whole lot.

"You can't reach!" she said, giggling and trying to whomp Mabel again.

"Where's Dipper with a grow-ray when I need him!?"

She just needed one more millimeter! Just one!

She got another bop of the pillow and tripped to the side a bit, laughing, and then took that opportunity to get a running start at the next lowest pillow, instead. A run, and a leap, and a snatch, and--

"Success!"

Mabel Pines was victorious once again! Which was good, because she was going to have to resort to something drastic to get the pillow down, otherwise.

Oh! Oh, hey! That meant she was going to have to be careful, right? And try to not get hit?

And--no, no, that would be too sensible.

Alluka cheered for Mabel's victory (what? this wasn't a war or anything!) and then promptly tried to get her again.

"Aha!" Mabel wasn't going to be bested, now! She took that pillow with grace and dignity and a return swing aimed for Alluka's shoulder. Yessss. Excellent. "I won't be such an easy target now, I warn you!"

There was absolutely zero grace and dignity in Alluka's taking of that (mighty) blow, but there was a whole lot of giggling to go with a little bit of staggering.

"You hit me!" she said, trying to sound even vaguely indignant but mostly sounding delighted. "That's terrible! I'm going to win this!"

She didn't bother to aim her next blow, just swung wildly.

"We'll see what Bubbles has to say about that!"

Though the referee probably had a bit of a bias, being Alluka's toy and all.

Mabel, too, was incoming with some wild swinging, now. This place was great!

Hey now! Mabel herself had decided that Bubbles would be a fair referee! If Bubbles wasn't, then that was on her!

"That's my head!" Alluka cried, laughing after one blow. "Mabel! My hair!"

So she was going to aim for Mabel's hair! In the name of friendship!

"But... but my hair!"

You could tell Mabel was seriously upset about her hair by the way she was laughing and running around, randomly waving that pillow some more.

She was fierce! Fierce!

"It's still pretty!" Alluka hastened to reassure her, even while tripping over her own two feet after a wild blow went a bit too... uh... wild.

Ah well, at least the pillow made for a soft landing. She scrambled to her feet laughing, her headband askew.

"But I'm going to win!"

Was Bubbles even taking score??

"I'll never surrender," Mabel declared, and came running at Alluka again, pillow in front of her like a... like a well-padded bulldozer, mostly. She wasn't going to try to plow Alluka down or anything, but the pillow made for a great shield. It would be better still if she had, say, another pillow to start swinging, or something. "En garde!"

Bubbles was keeping score! In Alluka's favour!

But Alluka was totally getting ploughed down by Mabel--mostly because her reactions were awful due to laughing too hard--but, on the bright side, she did her level best to take Mabel down with her.

And then whomp Mabel over the head with the pillow.

And really, it wasn't that Mabel hadn't fought valiantly by the time she stumbled backwards and her butt hit the ground. But she was laughing too hard to keep upright, herself, and this was probably some of the most fun she'd had since the bottomless pit had spit her and her brother out here.

Okay, watching Dipper get chased by a moose was up there, too.

"Okay, okay, you win! You win!"

"I win!" Alluka cheered, even as she collapsed onto her own pillow, giggling helplessly. "Best tree."

"Totally the best tree," Mabel agreed, smiling warmly. "I think it would only get better if it was covered in stuffed animals or something inst-- Oh!"

Guess who just remembered a thing.

Alluka managed to lift her head up off her pillow at that.

"Oh?"

She was always up for things that started that way!

The Garden, Tuesday Early Evening

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