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fandomtownies2023-12-11 02:24 pm
existencemisspent) wrote in fandomtownies2023-12-11 02:24 pm
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Magic Box, Monday
"Yes, thank you, I've already had breakfast," Eliot said to the plate that had appeared on the check out desk of the shop.
"We've been over this," he said to the plate on the shelf with the spell books.
To the plate in the back room: "I don't eat my feelings anymore, thanks. But if you wanted to provide some wine, I wouldn't object."
"Are you trying to fatten me up for some sort of ritual sacrifice?" he asked, when he came back out to the sales floor and found yet another plate. "Because I'm not saying no, but I would prefer a bit more variety in that case. Some chocolates, maybe. Caviar. That sort of thing. No? Well fine then. Don't come crying to me when the island is overrun with ants."
And he set himself behind the sales counter to scroll through his instagram and ignore the rest of the plates completely.
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"We've been over this," he said to the plate on the shelf with the spell books.
To the plate in the back room: "I don't eat my feelings anymore, thanks. But if you wanted to provide some wine, I wouldn't object."
"Are you trying to fatten me up for some sort of ritual sacrifice?" he asked, when he came back out to the sales floor and found yet another plate. "Because I'm not saying no, but I would prefer a bit more variety in that case. Some chocolates, maybe. Caviar. That sort of thing. No? Well fine then. Don't come crying to me when the island is overrun with ants."
And he set himself behind the sales counter to scroll through his instagram and ignore the rest of the plates completely.
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