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[inmyothertights]

If anyone sees a coat that is making begging faces for magic:

For the love of god, don't put it on.


[ooc: anyyyything goes!]

Comments

[inmyothertights]

Is there some kind of middle ground? Like 'possibly can uncreate reality if he gets in a bad enough mood but more likely just summons lobsters from a Red Lobster in Jersey City when he dreams about his Bar Mitzvah?' magic?

[anycuntcould]

So you're a spoiled little wizard boy, powerful mum and dad or so bloody mundane the universe wanted to tell a joke and made you its punchline. I know your type.

[inmyothertights]

I don't know about spoiled-

I think in order to be spoiled I would actually have to know what I'm doing.

[anycuntcould]

Spoiled means you're born with it, son. Knowing you're turning a dead dimension inside out from crushing a microcosm is having morals.

[inmyothertights]

Okay then.

Let's go with spoiled.

[anycuntcould]

The coat doesn't discriminate, it'd still try shagging you. [Because you're a good looking nubile young man.] Where'd it run off to?

[inmyothertights]

I just told it I didn't belong in a Vertigo series and it stopped harassing me but that was months ago. As far as I know it's facedown in a puddle of magic underground.

[anycuntcould]

It gave up?

[Disappoint. John had more faith in you, coat. Maybe that's why you need him, coat.]

[inmyothertights]

Or it moved on to someone more magical to attempt to, er.

Shag.

[Pause]

Yes it gave up.