He doesn't find it that surprising. Magical wishes are sort of the standard toolbox around here. When all you have is a hammer, etc. "Well, it'd be good to have a spare, then," he says mildly, as if it's no hardship to stay happily in his kitchen with his friends on the magic boat and not return to a place where he has nothing but solitude to look forward to until he falls apart in a hundred years or however long that takes.
He should have brought tea. It'd give him something to fuss with.
"You get used to... people not seeing you." A realization had had with Angel long ago, that he's sort of thought explained the two of them despite the looks of surprise he's gotten from the few people who know. When you have a public self, whether you wanted it or not, whether it serves or not, sometimes the rest of you gets lost. "You forget what it looks like, a little?"
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Date: 2025-04-08 12:18 am (UTC)He should have brought tea. It'd give him something to fuss with.
"You get used to... people not seeing you." A realization had had with Angel long ago, that he's sort of thought explained the two of them despite the looks of surprise he's gotten from the few people who know. When you have a public self, whether you wanted it or not, whether it serves or not, sometimes the rest of you gets lost. "You forget what it looks like, a little?"