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[draculabutbackwards]

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[draculabutbackwards]

This is the thanks I get for trying to make it fair? For that, I'm taking the fish eggs. They're mine now.

[But he does resist the urge to just fly over.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Prick.

[He shimmies down into the bottom of the net, rooting around for the little red thing he saw amidst the fish, slipping when he gets one under his boot and goes down on his backside. Trevor grunts, but reaches down and seizes a...carved little red bird.

Well. This was worth getting his pants soaking wet for.

He turns and shows it to Adrian, waving the arm he's holding it with up high.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian considers floating over to him, but while it would be very funny, it would almost certainly get dead fish thrown at him, so he does it the mortal way, only cheating a little when he could have slipped and opts instead to hover for a second. Something niggles at him, but he's not that quick on the draw.]

Well, distinctive. Significant, do you suppose, or just a bit of art?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Don't know.

[He looks it over in his hand, sniffing]

God, it stinks of magic.

[draculabutbackwards]

You can catch that through the fish?

[He catches himself before he compares Trevor to a dog. This time.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Because it reeks. Have a sniff.

[He holds it up under Adrian's nose]