[ Yeah, who knows what he's been saddled with. Maybe he can fucking turn into a cat or some shit. It's all funny in an unironic way that makes something knit tight in the centre of his stomach. Why the fuck not, right? Wake up somewhere else. Be told you have a new horizon, new scope, new world to live in. Get told you can do something, sky's the limit. What the hell's he gonna do, just sit around and wait for it?
Still weird and unexpected and wholly complicated to see something take shape in front of his eyes and feel— nothing. The knee-jerk flinch that comes at magic. Nothing. Empty. Nathan's jaw tenses and relaxes. His eyes lock solely on that screwdriver-turned-fork, deepening frown suddenly ratcheting upwards into an unimpressed lift.
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Still weird and unexpected and wholly complicated to see something take shape in front of his eyes and feel— nothing. The knee-jerk flinch that comes at magic. Nothing. Empty. Nathan's jaw tenses and relaxes. His eyes lock solely on that screwdriver-turned-fork, deepening frown suddenly ratcheting upwards into an unimpressed lift.
Says nothing. Yeah, he's blown away.
You, like, gonna hit him now, or. ]