Second verse, same as the first. A magic RP

[lit_master]

Lancer carried with him the black leather gym bag filled with a pile of supplies. Herbs, oils, athame, books, crystals, feathers, everything needed for the lesson he'd be teaching that day.

With an audience, no less.

He knocked on the door of Kwan's hotel room.

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[jockofalltrades]

Kwan sat at the desk in his room, reviewing notes from class as he did his homework, wrote essays, and studied for tests. Phantom gave a yip and went bounding through the wall, no doubt playing with the ghost dog again.

A knock on the door interrupted his studies, and Kwan gladly got up from his desk, thankful for the much needed break.

"Mr. Lancer!" he said upon opening the door. Oh, right, they were doing that lesson today. He had almost forgotten.

[goravens]

The girl at the counter was starting to give Dash funny looks. The pacing probably didn't help any. Just go on up to the damned hotel room already! But he waited instead, as though some divine sign might grant him an honorable excuse. Crap. There went Lancer. Dash sighed and asked the counter girl to call up to the room.

[lit_master]

"Dash not here yet?" Lancer asked. "Good. Should I set up to add extra creepy or just wait until he gets here?" He walked in and set the bag down.

[jockofalltrades]

"No, he's not here yet," Kwan replied. "I think he'll already be nervous enough without the extra creepy."

He blinked when the phone rang and walked over to answer it. "Hello?"