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// Maybe I'll Catch Fire (Octavia, Spitfire) 
// Story: Little Thoughts 
// by paperhearts 
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"I believe one more will kill you."

That got Spitfire's attention. Octavia watched the mare sitting opposite blink, stare at her mug, and then blink again.

"You think?"

Octavia politely blunted her sigh. She was trying, but this was always so hard.

Spitfire shrugged and chugged the cider down. "Eh, a good captain goes down with her ship. Uh, mug."

"You're a muse to us all." Octavia stared at the clock, mostly to distract herself. "I believe we'll be evicted shortly. Besides, I do have a recital tomorrow."

Spitfire mumbled something.

"You know the routine. Just put it—her—out of your mind. Get some sleep."

"I can't! I live hard and I love hard. That's just how the 'Fire rolls."

"Good grief." Octavia inhaled. "Diminuendo, dear. You'll make up, just like always..."

"Heh. Thanks, 'Tavia, for listening. You're a good friend."

Octavia pretended she hadn't heard.

Her heart wasn't so kind.