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Quentin Coldwater ([personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight 2019-11-28 06:53 pm (UTC)

... so sorry about Q being a dork!

I, uh, right. Thanks? For that picture? I've never had to worry about being spit-roasted before. But I am now.

[He nudges Ambrose with his shoulder, smiling and they set off down the trail. Nothing but darkness and trees all around, and there are too many noises. From their own footsteps and the dragging noises from the travois. The crinkling of fabric and the footsteps echo through the dark, making it impossible to tell if there's anything following them.]

Maybe? I never know what I say that might rub off on people or the other way around? Once, and this was with my friend Julia and it was before I even knew magic existed. But. We were at this party, and she convinced me to dance. That wasn't-- I still feel sorry for everyone else there about that. But. That's not the part about rubbing off on people. So, we were dancing, just doing our thing and suddenly, there's this girl grinding up against me? And- I didn't mind too much. Just a little, because she made it harder to keep up with Julia. And I thought she was just dancing? Turns out, she was trying to remove this acid green glitter from herself? Because it made her break out in hives and I was just the closet person there, wearing a lot of clothes? So, she rubbed off on me alright.

[A tiny pause]

I ended up spending the night trying to calm her down and hose her off with cold water, to get the hives to go down. It was a pretty good party.

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