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fandomtownies2018-09-11 07:32 am
always_someone) wrote in fandomtownies2018-09-11 07:32 am
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The Magic Box, Tuesday
It looked like the nonsense books that Bob had been mocking on Sunday had had a bit of a conference with the actual, legitimate magic books. Which was a phrase that Norman had never in his life figured he'd need to consider, but here he was, watching them all huddled around their chalk pentagram on the floor, seeming to marvel in silence at the... demon?... that they'd summoned.
If it could even be called that. It was more like a tiny pink blob, no bigger than Norman's fist, with a pair of eyes and a mouth. It looked as if somebody had crossed Jell-O with a Hershey's Kiss with a big pile of regret. It just sat there where it was summoned, and burbled and cooed and made happy little bubbling noises every time Norman looked at it.
"... Guys, it's adorable, but you need to send that thing back."
The leaflike rustling of the books' pages sounded outright heartbroken.
Norman didn't care.
[OOC: Open!]
If it could even be called that. It was more like a tiny pink blob, no bigger than Norman's fist, with a pair of eyes and a mouth. It looked as if somebody had crossed Jell-O with a Hershey's Kiss with a big pile of regret. It just sat there where it was summoned, and burbled and cooed and made happy little bubbling noises every time Norman looked at it.
"... Guys, it's adorable, but you need to send that thing back."
The leaflike rustling of the books' pages sounded outright heartbroken.
Norman didn't care.
[OOC: Open!]