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[redhott]

WHO: Kyle Conlen redhott and Billy Kaplan inmyothertights
WHERE: Enchantments in De Chima
WHEN: Early April
WHAT: Meeting a cute guy nbd nbd
WARNINGS:


[ So, maybe Kyle shouldn't have let his imagination run away with ideas of what he expected a magic shop to look like, but this is, uh, not at all what he thought. Movies had taught him there should be piles of antiques that can do god knows what for a huge ass fee. Or maybe there would be craptons of books everywhere, all of them extremely old and cool, and if you opened the wrong one a curse would be spread and wacky shenanigans would ensue.

Stuff like that.

This is a small little "shop" with one clerk and hardly anything else. Ooookay then. Now he knows. No wonder his friend back home kept all these magic "secrets" to himself. There were really none to show. And that's a shame, because he had been hoping the place would be stacked high with unusual everything so that he would, well, blend in a bit better. Instead he's just a weird kid in a store like always. ]

Uhh, hey! This a bad time?

[ He keeps his mouth small as possible so he doesn't flash his fangs right away. Most of him is covered under his hoodie or the dark sunglasses he wears everywhere now. ]

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[inmyothertights]

[Billy, meanwhile, looks maybe a little strung out, a little worn out, but that's nothing new. At least right now he's clean shaven and what the shop lacks in the way of cool antiques, it makes up for in magic circles that have practically been burned into the floor.

The shop cat - a lazy blue cat with one raggedly torn ear - lifts his head up from his basket in the corner, makes a prrr noise and goes back to sleep.]

Anytime we're open but empty is a good time. Hey.

[He did not really expect the guy to come. Kyle. Nice enough dude, at least over text, but Billy really is pleased for even the smallest measure of company.]

Are we....hiding from the police?

[redhott]

[ Oh god is it that bad? At least April can still be considered "hoodie weather" technically, but when the summer months start rolling around he is going to have a problem on his hands hiding his horns. Something he really doesn't want to think about yet, or at all. Ever. ]

Actually, plot twist, they are pretty cool about this whole [ And then Kyle just kinda waves his hand around his mysterious face area. ] thing.

[ He's a Registered imPort, and once they know that they leave him alone. It's the natives that give him the looks. ]

[inmyothertights]

What thing?

[Billy has literally no idea what he's talking about. He's giving Kyle the slight eye.]

Do you have a green face?

[redhott]

[ SIIIGH. Well he can't make friends with people if they never see his face. It doesn't work that way. ]

Mmm, honestly, that might be a better trade off. [ He pushes his hoodie back with black nails. Underneath lies two stumpy black horns and long ears. Kyle's former blue eyes are more like hot white coals, although the sun glasses keep most of the glare to a minimum. ] Can I just... Okay, let me say that this is a new development. FYI.

[ He didn't always look horrible, okay? He was a pure cinnamon roll once!! ]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy, who regularly kisses a guy who turns green and scaly, finds his appearance not as bad as Kyle seems to think it is. He sits up on the counter, legs crossed, cocks his head.]

I don't know, you'd be a killer at a death metal concert. Um. Just a second.

[He hops down and goes into the back, and comes back with a mirror, and blows on the face of it.]

Show me what he used to look like

[There's a blue haze over mirror, and then Billy holds it up to him.]

Here.

[redhott]

[ Yes, just what he's always wanted: literally breaking shoulders with moshing assholes as far as the eye can see. Or, hey, maybe he could be a back up dancer behind the singers. Siigghh. ]

Ohh, I see, you keep the cool stuff in the back room. That's just straight up cruel, dude.

[ He looks directly into it, expecting it to do something more than show his reflection; otherwise, this is going to be a big let down. Or a really terrible joke at his expense. ]

[inmyothertights]

Well, it was just a mirror a second ago.

[He looks at it, and there's a boy who looks. Normal. Not like a demon, anyway.]

There we go.

[redhott]

[ Just a normal ginger, yep. Full of hopes and dreams. And then one day you find out your father is a demon and you were made to destroy the human race. LUL life is fun. ]

Oh, so it's all you. [ Kyle smiles. ] Cool. So, uh, is magic... hereditary where you come from? Or can anyone use it?

[inmyothertights]

Yeah, all me.

[He looks at the image and then back at Kyle.]

I could probably fix that for you. If you wanted me to.

[Just saying.]

It's, uh. My mom had magic but I have more which is. Weird.

[redhott]

Really? [ On both accounts. There was still very little known on how supernatural powers were being born in humans within the last several decades. Sometimes it came from genetic mutation; other times it could be self-taught or exploited, like in the form of magic. And sometimes it was passed down, like in Kyle's case.

Out of all of it, though, magic was the least studied. Not that it's surprising since most people who use it go insane, and thus most of the information gleaned becomes biased. Now that he's stuck in this place by himself he wishes he had been more proactive in learning about magic through his pal Spooky. ]

Are you good at, like, Enochian? [ He's pretty sure that's what Spooky had called it. ] I think that's what my friend used to uhh, well, deal with... you know... Hell... stuff.

[ YOU KNOW, Hell stuff. ]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy snorts.]

It's always Enochian.

[He pulls out a book from one of the shelves, considers it.]

You're going to have to be more specific with the hell stuff, uh. Stuff. But I can probably figure it out.

[redhott]

[ Oh. Okay, yeah, well at least the guy knows what that means then. That's a good start, right? ]

Uhmm... ehh, well, I think that's the extent of my knowledge on the subject. I just, like, learned what I was right before I came to this [ Kyle flails his hands around everywhere. ] place/world.

[inmyothertights]

Oh. Hm.

[He considers this a long moment.]

So what's the story.

[redhott]

[ Kyle tilts his head down, rubbing his red hair anxiously. ] Mmm not one I'd like to go into really... [ He leaves it with a sheepish shrug. ] Sorry.

[inmyothertights]

Okay, sure.

But...what can you tell me so I don't, uh.

Well, so if I do use Enochian I'm not going to summon an interdimensional parasitic demon?

[Gee it's like Billy may have done this before...]

[redhott]

Uhh haahaha uhhh... [ Wow, someone's reading Kyle's mind. His laugh is all nerves and dry irony. ] Mmmaybe we should hold off on the heroics, then. Interdimensional parasitic demons kinda run in my family.

[ And Kyle means that quite literally. ]

I can... live with this for now. I didn't come here for a fix—Just... wanted to meet you.

[ Okay, shrug real casual and cool-like. Don't look tryhard here, Conlen. You got this. ]

[inmyothertights]

I-

Oh-

What?

[He seems baffled by this prospect. It's not you, Kyle. It's Billy.

Really. It's not you.]

[redhott]

[ Huh, that's not the reaction he expected. But Kyle is graceful and simply laughs it off. ]

Yeah, I mean I don't really know many people my age around here. Figured it can't hurt to branch out. You seemed cool on the network? So...

[ Is cool even the word all the hip kids are using these days? ]

[inmyothertights]

Oh!

[He laughs a little, just a bit.]

Yeah, it used to be a lot more people our age. I guess the demographic changed, you know?

[redhott]

To royalty, right? [ Kyle laughs. ] Guess it goes through fads.

[inmyothertights]

[His face flattens out in expression a bit, but not really because of Kyle.]

How much royalty does one democracy even need?

[redhott]

Hmm not sure, but it probably isn't the best time to say I've got to add myself to the list.

[ At least Kyle gives him a sympathetic look. You will perpetually be surrounded by royalty, bub. Get used to it. ]

Although, I'd like to think I'm not really that spoiled, so... There's that?

[inmyothertights]

Prince....of......gingers?

[He scratches the top of his head.]

My boyfriend is a prince, too.

[redhott]

Pfff, I wish. More like... of Hell. Kind of. [ But let's move on from that sensitive subject. ] Guess you're just stuck with royalty where ever you go...

[inmyothertights]

Yeah, it's my burden to bear, you know, my crown to carry or whatever.

[His cheek goes in one hand, all casual and kind of adorable.]

[redhott]

Too bad Burger King doesn't make those paper crowns anymore, this would be the perfect opportunity for you.

[ He totally sympathizes with your plight of being surrounded by kick ass princes all the time, Billy. Yup, life must be so hard. ]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy raises his eyebrows, and waves a hand, and there it is. Paper crown.

And then he has a little folding out whistle in his mouth that he toots. Whoooo.]

[redhott]

[ Touche, William Kaplan, touche. Kyle has to hold his stomach as he bends over to laugh, surprised and delighted by the display of magic. ]

Oh right. Magician. [ Kyle closes the distance between them with only the counter keeping them apart. Then he reaches out to take the paper crown off his head, just to see if it's real. It is. ] Perfect, you're all set.

[inmyothertights]

[He makes a small noise, pleased, and smiles a bit.]

Thanks.