[ It's baggy. It'll stretch. Just put it on and stop whining for ten seconds, for the love of god. ]
Whatever.
[ See? The tea and cake went out the window and with it every possible shit that Rafe may have given about your actual name, Fenris. (And if you believe that, he'll tell you another. He never gives a shit.) ]
That'd be my preference, really, rather than have to explain the bare basics of subtlety to random idiots off the street except— [ He waves his hand, palm up, beckoning Fenris to imagine this with him. ] If they find one guy with a magic glowstick stuck in his chest, do you think they're gonna just file it away as a one-off? Or are they gonna start turning over all sorts of rocks to see if there's more?
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Whatever.
[ See? The tea and cake went out the window and with it every possible shit that Rafe may have given about your actual name, Fenris. (And if you believe that, he'll tell you another. He never gives a shit.) ]
That'd be my preference, really, rather than have to explain the bare basics of subtlety to random idiots off the street except— [ He waves his hand, palm up, beckoning Fenris to imagine this with him. ] If they find one guy with a magic glowstick stuck in his chest, do you think they're gonna just file it away as a one-off? Or are they gonna start turning over all sorts of rocks to see if there's more?