Hm? [ Glancing around as he tugs on some boxers, a brow goes up when he spots the summoned washcloth because he definitely doesn't leave those lying around in his bedroom (tissues are in the bedside cabinet, ahem) yet a minor heartattack is probably good for the soul. ] You should lay off the spells until tomorrow, those shrooms were intense. I don't want you feeling like me.
[ Still, he tugs on a tshirt and heads over to sit on the bed anyway. What's done is done, now. ]
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[ Still, he tugs on a tshirt and heads over to sit on the bed anyway. What's done is done, now. ]
But, thanks.