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[dragon_empath]

[So like everyone else, Lance has gotten a package in the mail. After all the shenanigans he's heard going on, he's resolved not to use whatever it is he receives ... but he reckons without the power of the contents. Because he's gotten his cape back. And he wants to wear it ... so much that for a few glorious moments the knowledge that the action

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[wee_big_man]

[Hi Lance. This is Rob, running smack into the cape and disappearing somewhere in its folds.]

Let go o' me, ye scunner!

[dragon_empath]

[Scowling slightly, Lance reaches down to shake Rob free of his precious, precious cape, but it flails back at him and he has to jerk back to avoid getting a buckle in the face.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob manages to find an edge to poke his head out, but he can't quite seem to get away from the cape.]

No' even my ain trousers give me this much trouble! [What. Rob, you don't wear trousers.]

[dragon_empath]

[growled] I don't even know why I'm surprised by this.

[The cape doesn't seem to want to get away from Rob either and actually dodges Lance's next grab. That can't be a good combination with the boots.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob's boots are content to keep him within sight of a bigjob, and they're not letting him get very far from the cape.]

Somethin' heavy! Get somethin' heavy and toss it on yon blanket!

[dragon_empath]

[Scowl.] Oh fine. [And he steps on the poor rapidly-growing-dusty cape, crossing his arms huffily.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob's boots manage to extricate him from the cape, but although he'd like to give it a kick, the boots aren't complying.]

[dragon_empath]

[The cape doesn't stop struggling, though, reaching almost desperately out for Rob as if he can save it. Lance stoops down to drag it up again; for a few moments it hangs limply, as if defeated, in his arms, before jumping him and ... well, tackling him to the ground. Before going for Rob. Again.]

[wee_big_man]

[....]

Alright! Alright! Jest a wee cuddle, then. But mind ye I'm a married man!

[Yes, Rob is trying to reason with a cape. Ayup.]

[dragon_empath]

[And Lance sits up, scowling, to see his cape totally nuzzling with Rob. It's not even being violent about it ... possibly because he's not trying to take it back yet. If it could it'd be purring. He maybe looks a little jealous (he's totally NOT pouting, of course not), because gdit that's his cape, but at least it's Rob it's snuggling with?]

Tch.

[wee_big_man]

[Rob gingerly puts an arm around one fold, giving Lance an apologetic look. Even if it's just a cape, he feels a little guilty about cuddling with it, but as long as it's not trying to smother him...]

Is it usually like this?

[dragon_empath]

Tch. No.

[And then he remembers that Rob is from a fairly weird plane of existence by his standards and manages to calm a little.]

It's not usually alive.

[He glares at the cape. It flips him off. He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob gives the cape a small pat. Some people might feel foolish, patting a living piece of clothing. Not Rob.]

Ach, weel, mebbe it jest got a little lonely.

[Because that's obviously a perfectly good reason for a cape to come to life.]

[dragon_empath]

[Lonely. Right. Have a slightly disbelieving look before Lance shakes his head and scowls again.]

It's the town's fault. Everything people have been getting in the mail has been tampered with.

[... Understatement much, Lance?]

[wee_big_man]

Like my boots?

[Yup, it's only just beginning to dawn on Rob that the town's responsible for his boots. Not much in the brains department, Feegles.]

[dragon_empath]

[A sigh. Not rolling his eyes, nope.]

Yes. Like your boots.

[But he finally stands up, dusting himself off and standing over his cape and the Feegle with his arms crossed and a slight scowl on his face. The cape quivers.]