"Sunshine," Castor repeats with the edge of a smile. "You don't say. Could stand it to be a bit more literal right about now." He shifts his weight, eyeing first her glowing object - is that a pen knife? - and second her... enormous bee. "Uh, hi, Dom," he says. "This is Persis."
"Yo," says Persis, coiled over his shoulder like she can't decide if she's hiding or getting ready to pounce.
"So I have no idea what the hell is going on," he says. "I just met this asshole-" he nods at Persis "-a minute ago. Light, as you say, does not work."
"What are you, prepping her for a pop quiz?" Persis demands. "She don't need no bullet points, man. Like - this is you right now: 'Hi, my name is Castor. I am homeless. I am gay. I am a street rat magician. I'm new in town.' Quit wasting time."
"Yeah, so, I hate this squirrel," says Castor pleasantly, eyes on Sunshine, or what little he can see of her. "Are you - sorry if this is a weird question, but are you a conjurer or something? Just, that light isn't exactly normal."
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"Yo," says Persis, coiled over his shoulder like she can't decide if she's hiding or getting ready to pounce.
"So I have no idea what the hell is going on," he says. "I just met this asshole-" he nods at Persis "-a minute ago. Light, as you say, does not work."
"What are you, prepping her for a pop quiz?" Persis demands. "She don't need no bullet points, man. Like - this is you right now: 'Hi, my name is Castor. I am homeless. I am gay. I am a street rat magician. I'm new in town.' Quit wasting time."
"Yeah, so, I hate this squirrel," says Castor pleasantly, eyes on Sunshine, or what little he can see of her. "Are you - sorry if this is a weird question, but are you a conjurer or something? Just, that light isn't exactly normal."