Like a moth over the shoulder the Gentleman can feel something tickling the back of his neck. He whips himself around and raises his brow, looking off into the nothing with a deeply annoyed scowl.
The magician can see him now, but it doesn't mean his fun has to be over.
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Date: 2020-07-17 07:44 pm (UTC)The magician can see him now, but it doesn't mean his fun has to be over.