Unless there's a special ingredient in those muffins, you're doing this relaxing thing all wrong. You need a good pint of ale to lower those inhibitions. Wet the whistle and get those acronyms flowing!
[Sparing a glance for the door, Anders doesn't move. Despite his cheery proposition, he doesn't seem in a hurry to do anything besides sit here and glare daggers at his glass of water.
Everything he does without his magic just hits home that he doesn't have it, and he's a little nervous to face the outside world like this, if he's being honest. Maybe that's why Barry had come in here in the first place--to hide and pretend like hell this isn't happening.]
Would your inner ear make the trip or should I expect to bandage your wounds after you go tripping down the stairs? Just so I'm prepared.
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[Sparing a glance for the door, Anders doesn't move. Despite his cheery proposition, he doesn't seem in a hurry to do anything besides sit here and glare daggers at his glass of water.
Everything he does without his magic just hits home that he doesn't have it, and he's a little nervous to face the outside world like this, if he's being honest. Maybe that's why Barry had come in here in the first place--to hide and pretend like hell this isn't happening.]
Would your inner ear make the trip or should I expect to bandage your wounds after you go tripping down the stairs? Just so I'm prepared.