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[mrbigandbad]

[Cue one Big Bad Wolf in his room, smoking and lazily flipping through reports he should be filling out. He doesn't feel like it right now. Thus: time for a video chat.]Considering the TV's already running specials and I officially can't listen to the radio anymore without it being interrupted by some rendition of "Jingle Bells", I thought I'd bite

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[ Action ] /hopes this is alright with you! ♥

[boundbytreason]

[ From reading his presence, Caster knew that Bigby wasn't completely normal but his reaction to her cold certainly caught her off guard. Nevertheless, she understands the terms that he set when they began their contract, and she doesn't bother with leaving a message on his NV. ]

[ She heads over to wherever his desk crashed out the window, intending to see if she can help. ]

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[mrbigandbad]

[she's about to be witness to a very angry wolf, then. Bigby is gold-eyed and baring his teeth, the hairs on his arm and neck bristling, wanting to melt into fur. Casually risking blowing his cover on a public forum will do that to a guy's mood.

He whirls on her when she arrives. He has the desk upright again, but its contents are still strewn across the floor.] Caster. I need this window fixed.

[Or: "Good afternoon, Caster. You wouldn't happen to know any spells for helping clean the place, would you? I'd really appreciate it."]

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[boundbytreason]

[ The sight of her enraged Master may have rendered those of weaker will into a faint, but Caster was never one easily cowered by raging men. She has seen plenty in her time and more provoked by her hand. He may not realize it, but this is no different. ]

[ Stiletto heels click once as she comes to a stop, with no visible reaction aside from the parting of her lips for speech. ] Certainly...but wouldn't you prefer if I returned the desk back into the room as well?

[ Fixing glass was so elementary. Moving the desk was just as simple a feat, but returning it the way that it went out was easier than finding a new access point. ]

[mrbigandbad]

Just get things back in order! [practically barked out, but Bigby's in no mood to feign good manners or the persona he's kept up these past months. Something was put on him. He's a fable; he's an immortal; he has a healing rate that lets him take bullets and axes and more and keep on going.

He doesn't get colds.]

[mrbigandbad]

Funny.

[mrbigandbad]

It better not be. I don't fancy having to carry sneezing powder with me.

I'm more inclined to believe this is one of those stupid magic-user pranks. Maybe someone jinxed my cigarette pack. [or at least that's the best cover to go with.]

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[little_bandages]

You'd ask your friends to buy you cigarettes? That's gross!

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[mrbigandbad]

No, it's practical.

[little_bandages]

It's practical to give a friend a gift that makes them smelly and puts them in poor health?

[mrbigandbad]

If the friend's asking for it, yeah.

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[She stares.]

...You okay?

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[mrbigandbad]

Fine. ...I can't say as much for the desk. [or the window. Or his lamp. ...Or the wall. Crap.]

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[She winces.]

I'm...sure no one will be too hard on you about it. Accidents happen.

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[mrbigandbad]

Yeah, I'm sure everyone sneezes their furniture through the wall every once and a while.

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[notadisneygirl]

[There was something that was going to be said about the holidays, and maybe it would be stupid to spend them alone, and--

Did he just. Was that.]

Goddamnit, Bigby! What did you do!?

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[mrbigandbad]

If I knew I wouldn't have done it in the first place.

You should get over here.

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[notadisneygirl]

I'm on my way. [She's grabbing her coat and putting it on as she speaks.]

What's going on? Are you sick? [Pauses.] Can you get sick?

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[mrbigandbad]

I can't even get tipsy, Snow. No, I shouldn't be able to get sick. This is something else.