Didn't I tell you I don't wanna do anything boring? I'd take a baking hot summer rooftop over that.
[ swing, swing, swing~. his gloveless hand is rougher right now, but still one belonging to a wizard who refuses at all times to carry a weapon. he's also much more reciprocative about touch than usual; he keeps them swinging as much as Muffin.
he looks at the lighthouse with interested eyes-- he expected magic or fire, but it seems to have a completely foreign mechanism... ]
How does this thing work, anyway? Is it magic, and I just can't tell?
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[ swing, swing, swing~. his gloveless hand is rougher right now, but still one belonging to a wizard who refuses at all times to carry a weapon. he's also much more reciprocative about touch than usual; he keeps them swinging as much as Muffin.
he looks at the lighthouse with interested eyes-- he expected magic or fire, but it seems to have a completely foreign mechanism... ]
How does this thing work, anyway? Is it magic, and I just can't tell?