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not_every_mage) wrote2016-10-24 01:37 pm
not_every_mage) wrote2016-10-24 01:37 pm
Room 322, Monday Afternoon
Anders was, of course, doing something highly important in his room after class. Something with charts and graphs and all kinds of spectacular magic.
... or he was lying on his bed, idly singing at his cat and half-watching a cooking show. (Dante had sold him on Food Truck wars, and now the taco truck was in the finale. It was of course vital Anders found out who won.)
Probably the latter thing, really. He wasn't much for highly important magic these days.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
... or he was lying on his bed, idly singing at his cat and half-watching a cooking show. (Dante had sold him on Food Truck wars, and now the taco truck was in the finale. It was of course vital Anders found out who won.)
Probably the latter thing, really. He wasn't much for highly important magic these days.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
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He managed all of a moment before he cracked, going with impulse... and began to hum the tune of 'Do You Believe In Magic'.
He was secretly just a little bit of a dork.
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Jokily. There was no way in hell even he could sing that without sounding like he was on the verge of laughing again.