ach1lles
doomed by the narrative
What are you going to do about it, huh?
Personally, since I don't think Pira and Sai would interact a lot in canon, I just like to imagine that students and other faculty members think they mildly detest and try to avoid each other since their personalities are so different, but in reality, they're wine buddies who team up to get wasted and harass poor humans on the night shift. It's where they get the chaotic energy out, and once they get to the academy, they pop open the cork and start bitching about their miserable, eternal lives.
Oh, and the shenanigans they pull in order to get free wine. Pira shape-shifts into 15 different people, one after another, just looking for "appley juice" while Sai discreetly waterbends wine into Pira's magic bag, Sai harassing the cashier about a brand of cigarettes that haven't been in production since 1916 while Pira makes as many limbs as possible and shoves an entire rack into their briefcase, both of them drunk baking in the faculty kitchen at 3 in the morning and passing out on top of each other with 128 cupcakes on the kitchen counter and only half of them frosted—you get the idea.
Personally, since I don't think Pira and Sai would interact a lot in canon, I just like to imagine that students and other faculty members think they mildly detest and try to avoid each other since their personalities are so different, but in reality, they're wine buddies who team up to get wasted and harass poor humans on the night shift. It's where they get the chaotic energy out, and once they get to the academy, they pop open the cork and start bitching about their miserable, eternal lives.
Oh, and the shenanigans they pull in order to get free wine. Pira shape-shifts into 15 different people, one after another, just looking for "appley juice" while Sai discreetly waterbends wine into Pira's magic bag, Sai harassing the cashier about a brand of cigarettes that haven't been in production since 1916 while Pira makes as many limbs as possible and shoves an entire rack into their briefcase, both of them drunk baking in the faculty kitchen at 3 in the morning and passing out on top of each other with 128 cupcakes on the kitchen counter and only half of them frosted—you get the idea.
