After settling in Primp Town, Arle is invited to sleepover with Amitie and Sig. She isn't used to Primp just yet, but spending time with them makes her more than happy. Requested by a tumblr anon!

Pure Nightlife

Arle couldn't remember the last time she felt like a regular teenager.

In her old world, she was the middleman. She was frequently dragged to wild events or needed to stop one of her friends from doing something chaotic. Whether it was Satan trying to marry her or Rulue challenging her to a fight for the Dark Prince's heart, she was always the center of something asinine when she wanted to relax or practice magic.

She hadn't had any time to settle down even during aftermath of an adventure. She was self-sufficient and renowned as a heroine in her world, trusted and beloved. When trouble brewed, Arle was there to put an end to it either by herself or with her friends.

Being transported to Primp Town initially worried her. Despite playing it cool, she feared what was happening in her world. She knew she shouldn't have been careless when playing Puyo, but she popped too many and was sent away to a, unknown world.

She considered herself lucky to be welcomed with open arms. Ms. Accord had eagerly accepted her addition to her classroom in exchange for teaching the class every so often about the magic in her world. Her classmates reminded her of so many others from her old school despite the much smaller class size. Most of them had been more than kind, which she found off-putting; she was used to her classmates springing a challenge on her without any regard to what she wanted.

Amitie and Sig stood out among them. When she was introduced, Amitie had sprung up and raced to greet her. They had met over Puyo a couple days prior, and it was nice having someone so friendly offering to guide her around. As for Sig, he was her desk partner and offered to give her notes on new magic that she was very eager to learn. Compared to her competitive classmates at her old school, having them looking out for her immediately warmed her heart.

Primp Town and her people had been utterly generous. She was given a quaint cottage near the edge of town. It was wooden, reminding her of her old home, with a gas stove and modest refrigerator. Ms. Accord taught her how to use the corded phone on the wall, and Akuma swung by to set up the electricity for her ceiling lights. Feli's family donated a comfortable, if somewhat big bed with fluffy comforters and pillows. Carbuncle was even given a cat bed by Raffina, who claimed it was old and that she no longer had any use for it.

Her first few days were strange. She still needed to get used to the almost mundane setting. While she was eager to explore the sunny town, she discovered Primp was much smaller than her world with its variety of dungeons, towns, islands, and much more.

Still, it was her new home, and the people more than made up for the lack of sights.

Wearing pink pajamas borrowed from Amitie, Arle pursed her lips. She was used to donning her flexible armor every single day that the soft fabric felt foreign on her skin. It felt too loose and comfortable, leaving her vulnerable to any attack, and she fiddled with the plastic buttons by her stomach.

"I'm so glad you could come over, Arle!" Amitie gushed, wearing similar pajamas while Sig yawned, his baby blue shirt and shorts a stark contrast to his regular outfit.

"Same here. You've been cooped up in that cottage for the past few days," he said, and Arle scratched her neck.

"Hehehe! Well, I kind of explored all of Primp when you guys showed me around. I didn't really know where else to go after school."

Amitie beamed, kicking her legs off the edge of her bed. "And that's why I'm so glad you could make it to our sleepover. Is Carbuncle gonna be okay by himself?"

"Well, as long as he doesn't start talking to the moon again, we should be fine."

Sig and Amitie exchanged a baffled glance. He looked out the window at the crescent moon, wondering how anyone would be able to communicate with it. Amitie bounded off her bed and sat next to Arle on the carpet, the latter's sleeping bag neatly tucked against the wall with Sig's blankets.

"But are you having fun here in Primp?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Yep! It's really been relaxing compared to my world. I'm so used to fighting my friends that this is a welcomed change."

"We all play Puyo a lot. Is that what you mean?" Sig wondered.

"Uh, yeah, but I also...you know…" Arle lightly jabbed the air. "...I get into a lot of magic battles with my friends back home." She grit down on her molars when she noticed their eyes widening. "Is that weird?"

"No! No, no, no!" Amitie quickly shook her head and hands. "We're always going at it with Puyo battles. That's how Ms. Accord tells us to settle our differences, but I guess it's just different in your world."

Sig nodded. "Yeah. Must be good magic practice for you."

A sigh escaped Arle. It was comforting being in a world that rivaled her own magically. Having time to simply talk with fellow magicians made the corners of her lips press into her cheeks.

"So, guys, any other place around Primp that I could explore? I used to check out a lot of dungeons back home."

"The Forest of Nahe sounds like your best bet. Akuma told me there was some bajillion-year-old witch living there," Sig said, cupping his chin, "unless she moved somewhere else."

"I don't think a witch can be that old, Sig," Amitie said, chuckling as stars crossed Arle's eyes, "but it sounds like fun! I haven't gotten around to going that far in since my parents won't let me, but I'm sure they'd be willing if we all went together!"

"A witch, huh? That sounds incredible! I'd love to meet her! Maybe we could all battle her together!" Arle reached forward and grabbed each of them by one of their hands, squeezing gently.

"Wow! You're all fired up!" Amitie exclaimed, bouncing in place. "What do you say, Sig? Let's all go together tomorrow after school!"

"Wahoo," Sig sang, monotone as always, and a hint of smile creased into his lips.

"And with that settled…" Amitie sprung to her feet and skipped over to her bed. With a mischievous grin, she glanced over her shoulder and snatched a plump pillow. She chucked it at Arle's face, hitting her square on her nose. "...pillow fight time!"

"Ack! No fair! You got a head start!" she cried, snatching the pillow as Amitie rapidly tossed the rest of her pillows at the duo.

Sig batted them away with his claw and caught one of them. He quickly ducked as Arle started flinging hers back at Amitie. Hiding behind the bed and waiting for the perfect time to strike, Sig chuckled under his breath. As the girls laughed and smacked each other, Sig slipped onto the bed, held his pillow up high, and began patting Amitie on the head.

"Eep! Sig! No sneaking!" she giggled only to get a mouthful of Arle's pillow.

"Got'cha!" Arle laughed, happy to share such a genuine moment with her friends. As she continued striking at them with her trusted pillow, she knew she was going to like her extended stay in Primp Town.