[ Chase covers his mouth, trying not to laugh too obviously at the creature as it decides that the end is near. Then, he hears a whimper coming from the carrier and makes a face as if to say God, puppies are so clingy, amirite? (it's half-hearted, at best; you're not fooling anyone, Chase), before moving back over to it. ]
Magic. [ He admits it easily, totally casually. One great thing about this place: magic isn't some secret, unknown thing. Nobody's gonna kill him the way the Puritans executed his ancestor. Chase grins, obviously proud. ] You could say I'm a little... witchy. [ After a beat, he adds: ] I'm Chase, by the way. [ May as well introduce himself. ]
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Magic. [ He admits it easily, totally casually. One great thing about this place: magic isn't some secret, unknown thing. Nobody's gonna kill him the way the Puritans executed his ancestor. Chase grins, obviously proud. ] You could say I'm a little... witchy. [ After a beat, he adds: ] I'm Chase, by the way. [ May as well introduce himself. ]