"Hey, Franziska?" A shadow fell over the (admittedly boring) law book and she recieved a peck on the cheek to attract her attention- as if she was fool enough to not pay attention when someone called her name.
Sigh, snap book shut- finger still on the page, of course- and turn head to face the younger girl. It was never, ever a conversation she enjoyed when Maya started with 'Hey'.
"...I'm listening, Maya."
"Did you ever want to be a pop star as a kid?"
...Well, she certainly hadn't been expecting that. It showed in her face; Franziska didn't think she'd stared this blankly at Maya since... well, that time she'd run into work and asked to 'play hairdressers!' with the most perfectly cheerful face. As if playing hairdressers and wanting to be a foolish singer on a foolish stage singing foolishly sentimental love songs was... normal.
"No, Maya, I did not. I had considerably more important things to study than some foolish, trashy-" Oh, she didn't just say... that. How crass. She blamed Maya's influence. "-woman pretending to sing."
"Oh? I always wanted to be one!" Maya flopped back and sighed dreamily, the expression on her face almost endearing, she had to admit, in it's exaggerated longing. "I always wanted to do all the cool stuff they did. Like... travel! Yeah! I always wanted to travel, but you were kind of stuck in the village, you know? I thought it would help."
Ouch.
Franziska sometimes forgot how little freedom Maya had been allowed... maybe it was because she never acted like Franziska, never became so... obsessed. Hah. Maya was never like that about spirit training; actually, the girl almost seemed to dislike it, considering how little time she spent on it. Quite concerning, considering the girls' positon as head of that village place.
"And I could act! I could have been the next Steel Samurai! The... Spirit Samurai! Yeah!"
"...Yes, Maya."
She'd turned back to her book. She knew the rest of this. Maya would be perfectly happy daydreaming out loud for the rest of the evening... Ah, well, at least if ithis/i one gave her ideas, she couldn't follow them up. For once.