[ yeah, the guy looks the type. but before wolfwood can comment on it, he watches esikko bite his own finger, the blood blooming into flame. he's seen enough in his life and he knows the resort takes all types, but magic is still something he struggles to wrap his mind around.
wolfwood steps closer and leans in enough for the end of the cigarette to catch, lashes dipping low. ]
Thanks. [ smoke curls between them as he takes a drag, tipping his head back to release the rest of it above them. ] Handy trick.
[ pricy, though, if he has to pay with his blood each time. ]
( If it were his bodyguard doing the smoking, he'd complain about it. The smell, the irritation on his own lungs... But he turns his head back to the bunnies, and Wolfwood at least respectfully points the smoke upwards. With the cigarette lit, the fire shrinks back to nothing, and Esikko pinches his fingers together to stop the bleeding. He doesn't seem to mind the cost. )
My magic is nothing as exciting as some of the others here, but I like to practice when I can. ( Lightly, with a sort of eagerness that would be hard to fake. )
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[ yeah, the guy looks the type. but before wolfwood can comment on it, he watches esikko bite his own finger, the blood blooming into flame. he's seen enough in his life and he knows the resort takes all types, but magic is still something he struggles to wrap his mind around.
wolfwood steps closer and leans in enough for the end of the cigarette to catch, lashes dipping low. ]
Thanks. [ smoke curls between them as he takes a drag, tipping his head back to release the rest of it above them. ] Handy trick.
[ pricy, though, if he has to pay with his blood each time. ]
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My magic is nothing as exciting as some of the others here, but I like to practice when I can. ( Lightly, with a sort of eagerness that would be hard to fake. )
You can call me Esikko.