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fandomtownies2021-11-01 01:04 pm
existencemisspent) wrote in fandomtownies2021-11-01 01:04 pm
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The Magic Box, Monday
Eliot hadn't gone for the candy at the community center this weekend because the mun was feeling lazy, so he'd managed to miss out on this particular adventure.
Which was good. No one needed to see him with extra fingers and a cloud of moths obscuring his face. Least of all Margo, or Eliot himself.
He was humming softly to himself as he redressed the giant skeleton in honor of Dia de los Muertos, using some simple, temporary illusion magic to give it the colorful patterns of a traditional sugar skull, and outfitting it with a crown of marigolds. He stepped back, hands clasped behind him, and surveyed his work.
"Well now. Logan Kinear, Mike McCormick. I may be the reason you're both in the Underworld, but . . . at least neither of you will be forgotten this year."
This was depressing. He clearly was in dire need of a drink.
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Which was good. No one needed to see him with extra fingers and a cloud of moths obscuring his face. Least of all Margo, or Eliot himself.
He was humming softly to himself as he redressed the giant skeleton in honor of Dia de los Muertos, using some simple, temporary illusion magic to give it the colorful patterns of a traditional sugar skull, and outfitting it with a crown of marigolds. He stepped back, hands clasped behind him, and surveyed his work.
"Well now. Logan Kinear, Mike McCormick. I may be the reason you're both in the Underworld, but . . . at least neither of you will be forgotten this year."
This was depressing. He clearly was in dire need of a drink.
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