Brandish's knuckles were white, fists clenched tightly at her sides. She struggled to keep the rage out of her voice as she spoke. "Give it back, Mari."

Dimaria buried her face in the coat, rubbing her cheek against the soft fabric. "Ooh… I like it."

Ignored. Brandish gritted her teeth. How dare she abuse her temporal abilities like this? Her legs were numb, frozen in place by the spell - she was forced to watch as Dimaria… violated her favourite coat. And she could do nothing to get it back.

"Oh, don't worry, Randi." Dimaria smiled sweetly - but Brandish could see the pure malice behind her expression. "You look much better like this. Without this silly coat, I can at least see your figure properly." The response was a low growl. "…But if you insist on having a coat, you can have mine. I never wear it anyway."

She futilely batted her hands in protest as Dimaria walked closer to her, unwinding the sleeves of the coat around her waist. Brandish shuddered as the stiff fabric was draped over her bare shoulders, her glare fixed on the still-smirking Dimaria.

Dimaria hummed to herself as she strolled down the hallway, fishing through the pockets hidden inside of the coat. "Candy? Nope, don't need this…"

"I was saving that!"

Dimaria chuckled gleefully, dropping the handful in the trash can. "It had gone stale anyway. Now, what else is in here…?"

Brandish watched in horror as two slim fingers drew a square of parchment from the pocket of the coat. No, anything but that…!

"What's this?" Dimaria flipped open the folded sheet. "Ooh, a poem! Let's see…" She cleared her throat, raising one hand above her head like a melodramatic character in a Shakespearean play.

At that point, Brandish snapped.

"Mari, give it back!"

Dimaria turned her head, smirking. "Come over here and make me."

A few moments passed. Brandish's face darkened. "I don't need to come over there to make you."

Before she could ask what Brandish meant, Dimaria felt a cold squeezing sensation around her arm. Her brown eyes widened as she realized exactly what was happening. Unknowingly releasing the spell she cast on Brandish, she fell to her knees on the polished floor, her free hand frantically clawing at the shrinking armor digging into her flesh.

High heels clicked against the marble as Brandish headed toward her, and the armor abruptly stopped shrinking.

"Now… Are you going to give back my coat, or should I crush your arm?"

There was a long pause in which Dimaria considered her options. She really did like that coat. To add to that, teasing Brandish was always fun… but was it really worth the loss of her arm?

She gritted her teeth. "Fine, fine, have your coat back!"

Brandish smiled as she lifted the garment out of Dimaria's limp arms. "Thank you, Mari."

Dimaria stared after her as she headed back toward her quarters.

"…Randi? Are you going to give my coat back?"

Brandish stopped. After a few silent moments, she turned around and smirked at her.

"No."