Magic Box, Sunday, 11/20

[not_every_mage]

It was a normal day in the shop for Anders, though he'd paid enough attention the last few days to know it wasn't so normal for half his friends. (He wasn't sure why he'd gotten out of turning into his smaller self this time around, but he was grateful for it.)

He made some half-hearted efforts to child-proof the shop, then put a display of Barry

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[rebelseekspizza]

This one... was probably not going to be laughs. Or blackmail material.

But then the boy had taken one look at the adult on the other side of the room on Saturday morning and bolted.

He was still looking for somewhere to sleep, though. So when he spotted the lights on in one of the buildings, he gravitated towards it, pushing open the door carefully, eyes darting around the store.

[not_every_mage]

"C'mon in," Anders urged easily. "Anything I can help you find?"

There was something familiar about the kid, though he couldn't place it this quickly.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You're that man with the hair," the boy said slowly, as his gaze settled on Anders. He looked wary. "Why are you here?"

Was it a trap?

[not_every_mage]

"I work here," Anders frowned slowly. "What's wrong with my hair?"