"I have a blanket," Dexter volunteered from where he leaned against the door, just barely cracked open enough to contain him. "At least, I can make a blanket. Hi, Saracen."
He waved at the phone and ambled inside, closing the door behind him. His ribs were officially fine, even though he swore he could still feel a twinge every now and then. Kenspeckle had told him it was all in his head, but it still gave Dexter shivers to remember how close anyone within reach of Tesseract really was to death. All he needed was a touch.
Solomon didn't even need that.
Dexter was trying very hard not to think of that part as he flopped down in the nearest chair and leaned forward to spread his hands a few inches over Solomon. There was a shimmer and he moved his hands down the ex-Necromancer's form, and a moment later there was a soft blue blanket lying over him. A soft blue blanket covered in teddy-bears. Some of them had bunches of flowers. Some of them were even hugging.
"There," Dexter said cheerfully, flopping back in his chair. "How's that look to you, Saracen?"
Corrival shut his phone, closing down his conversation with Fletcher, and looked down at the blanket. He snorted suddenly at the sight of it. "You lot are going to be the reason no one takes me seriously. And Solomon is going to humiliate someone to death when he finds out what's on that blanket."
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He waved at the phone and ambled inside, closing the door behind him. His ribs were officially fine, even though he swore he could still feel a twinge every now and then. Kenspeckle had told him it was all in his head, but it still gave Dexter shivers to remember how close anyone within reach of Tesseract really was to death. All he needed was a touch.
Solomon didn't even need that.
Dexter was trying very hard not to think of that part as he flopped down in the nearest chair and leaned forward to spread his hands a few inches over Solomon. There was a shimmer and he moved his hands down the ex-Necromancer's form, and a moment later there was a soft blue blanket lying over him. A soft blue blanket covered in teddy-bears. Some of them had bunches of flowers. Some of them were even hugging.
"There," Dexter said cheerfully, flopping back in his chair. "How's that look to you, Saracen?"
Corrival shut his phone, closing down his conversation with Fletcher, and looked down at the blanket. He snorted suddenly at the sight of it. "You lot are going to be the reason no one takes me seriously. And Solomon is going to humiliate someone to death when he finds out what's on that blanket."