"I would rather not." Though the Trickster does flick his wrist and cloak the beefy green hybrid in an illusion merely to be obnoxious. It deflated Theodore's appearance to be the exact opposite of the jock he currently modelled himself to be. Small, lanky, with no muscle tone whatsoever.
"Now, either something has gotten under your skin, or you seem to be rather misplaced, Theodore. Should you not scamper back to the bleak hole from which you crawled or do you have a purpose here?" It wasn't an obvious difference, but he did know Teddy well enough despite their mutual dislike for eachother to know the other was not a vain creature.
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"Now, either something has gotten under your skin, or you seem to be rather misplaced, Theodore. Should you not scamper back to the bleak hole from which you crawled or do you have a purpose here?" It wasn't an obvious difference, but he did know Teddy well enough despite their mutual dislike for eachother to know the other was not a vain creature.