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[hallowing]

important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.

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[hallowing]

Truth or drink!

（ he says that with the same sort of weird pride that a cat leaving a bird on your pillow would display. ）

I figure dares are whatever. Truth's the fun one.

[oiorpata]

[ she fills her glass again more or less to the brim. ]

We might need another bottle then.

[hallowing]

（ he thinks about the bottle in his room, left haphazardly on his bed — and then he reaches for it and pulls. and then it's in his hand, escorted by a curling void-touched blackness edged in violet.

he uses the bottle to mime a lazy salute at her, and then sets it down on the table. everybody loves absinthe, right? ）

Good enough for government work.

（ it's a joke because he's from fucking ontario, where the government does as little as possible that one could actually call work. dougford he just wants to taLK. ）

[oiorpata]

[ if this had been upon her initial arrival, perhaps andy would be more surprised by the display, but she's thankfully gotten used to magic. it may not even be magic, that's just her default explanation, and yes she is aware it makes her sound like a 13th century peasant. ]

Depends on the government. Good enough for me, I fucking love absinthe.