Your coccyx can handle it. ( because loki’s salty, clearly. but there’s still a grin on billy’s lips as he takes that hand back, raises it up as blue sparks of magic encircle his fingers. he murmurs the spell soft under his breath, encircles them in a soft sphere of blue for just a moment before they’re shifting from one room to another entirely--the lounge.
at the very least, loki’s back hits the sofa when they reappear, which leaves billy on his knees beside it. ) Freyja’s not going to eat Elliot, is she? I really don't want that to go down on my pet-owning record.
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at the very least, loki’s back hits the sofa when they reappear, which leaves billy on his knees beside it. ) Freyja’s not going to eat Elliot, is she? I really don't want that to go down on my pet-owning record.