[As Dandy follows, he doesn't tiptoe or really do anything to appear sneaky, instead calmly holding his hands behind his head as he watches her get to work. Hiding? Is she for real? Did she already forget he's been hiding this entire time?!]
[Maya opens her mouth, giving Dandy a look-- but she can't continue, cut off by the sound of the door opening. She turns her attention to the hallway, starting to sweep as she does, and listens as someone begins to step down the hallway toward her.
Maya? Asks a woman.
"Here, m'am."
The woman steps into view in the foyer, now, imposing even though she's fairly quiet.
There you are. You're out early.
"I-- um, I couldn't pay attention... so I came back to sweep before everyone got back."
The woman lifts a hand to her face, scoffing over her sleeve.
At least you found some way to make yourself useful.
Maya lowers her head, clutching the broom closer.
Ah, well. I suppose that's all we can expect of Misty's daughter... be sure and be done before dinner.
"Yes, Mystic Morgan."
Very well. Continue.
And with that, the woman leaves the room, leaving Maya standing there with the broom tight in her hands, staring at the floor.]
[Nonchalantly, Dandy watches Morgan do her thing, only raising an eyebrow when she walks away. Maybe it's just because he's used to people talking down to him, but her actions don't surprise him at all. God, she looks like the kind of person who demands to speak with the manager.]
[Dandy raises his own brow, it's almost creepy how Maya attempts to mask just how upset she looked a few seconds ago. He certainly wouldn't let anyone talk to him like that, if she were HIS aunt, she'd be gettin' the business.]
Uh. The thing about nice people is they don't usually hide it...
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They can't see me, remember?
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Maya? Asks a woman.
"Here, m'am."
The woman steps into view in the foyer, now, imposing even though she's fairly quiet.
There you are. You're out early.
"I-- um, I couldn't pay attention... so I came back to sweep before everyone got back."
The woman lifts a hand to her face, scoffing over her sleeve.
At least you found some way to make yourself useful.
Maya lowers her head, clutching the broom closer.
Ah, well. I suppose that's all we can expect of Misty's daughter... be sure and be done before dinner.
"Yes, Mystic Morgan."
Very well. Continue.
And with that, the woman leaves the room, leaving Maya standing there with the broom tight in her hands, staring at the floor.]
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Yeesh, and that's why I'm never gettin' married.
[Yeah, sure, that's why.]
Well, see? I told ya, no one can see me.
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[Maya asks, raising a brow. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, getting back to sweeping.]
Sorry. She can be a little hard to deal with sometimes, but she's my aunt... she's nice under it.
[binch where tho. Maya shrugs, masking any discomfort with a fairly content look.]
But I guess I gotta finish this. You don't have to wait on me, if you don't want to.
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Uh. The thing about nice people is they don't usually hide it...
[That's what makes them...nice.]
But whatever, have fun with your chores, I guess.
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Okay. See ya later, Mr. Ghost.
[It's not Mr. Dandy, so it's fine right-
she's totally not rushing him off so she can sulk alone, anyway.]