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[tophat_andtails]

There's a thief in an armchair by the fire. He looks rather comfortable really, seeing as he's got a bottle in one hand and he's smoking a pipe with the other. Filthy boots are resting easily on the coffee table in front of him and all in all, Dodger looks pretty damn happy with life.

Feel free to spoil, or enhance, his day.

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[timsbooks]

This may do either. Because this is not the Tim you know. It's a different Tim, slightly younger, no trenchcoat or sunglasses.

"Nice pipe."

[tophat_andtails]

Dodger looks up at him with a grin.

'Fanks. Nicked if off'f som' toff in Mayfair.' His brow creases as his beady little eyes take in the slightly changed appearance.

'Wot'choo dun to yerself?'

[timsbooks]

"Hmmm?"

Tim blinsk several times, then looks at himself, patting down his body and pockets.

"I'm...not sure what you mean?"

[tophat_andtails]

'Yer look differen', like yer younger.'

Eyes narrow.

'Yoo use magick on yerself?'

[floating_skull]

Would a floating skull spoil or enhance it?

Either way, by the fire is a human skull. It's not floating right now, but resting near the fireplace, as if warming itself.

Sometimes its eyes move back and forth.

[tophat_andtails]

He hasn't paid any attention to the skull by the fireplace up until now, and has missed its movement.

That all changes though, when he's looking into the flames and something on the side of his vision seems to shift.

The skull is eyed suspiciously. But everyone knows skulls don't move, right? They're dead.

[floating_skull]

The skull with eyes remains motionless, as most skulls do. It's a bit demonic, with the flames right next to it - but skulls aren't known for having pleasant associations.

Moments pass. Maybe Dodger has turned away, maybe not. Dodger will either see the skull's teeth shift into large, crushing blocks in its mouth - or he'll see different teeth if he eyes the skull again.

...Maybe it's a trick of the light?

[tophat_andtails]

He had looked away, to deal with the obviously important task of taking another mouthful of brandy.

Which is possibly why he's not entirely convinced that - when he looks back - he'd remembered the original teeth that well.

Only one thing to be done. Investigate! He wanders over and drops to his knees in front of the thing, pipe stuck in his teeth and still with the bottle in one hand.

The skull gets a poke.

[puckishly]

[OOC: *woes* I'm still heeeeeere.]

[tophat_andtails]

[OOC: I thought it was your tag! If it's mine, I haven't been notified. *goes to check*]

[puckishly]

[OOC: Gmail is a whooooooore.]

[tophat_andtails]

[Totally is! Grrrr *kicks it* Tagged now though, and I'll keep checking myself, so's I don't rely on it.]