you. me - hard as you can, denny's parking lot 3 am. fight me.
what self-respecting man goes to denny’s anymore?

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you. me - hard as you can, denny's parking lot 3 am. fight me.
what self-respecting man goes to denny’s anymore?
@magicauthority
❝ bună seara. ❞ the voice comes from above, perched atop a rickety, rattling balcony to have a clear and unobstructed view of the goings on in the alley below. he’d been watching with golden, wolfish eyes -- 3 wizards decked in tatters, taken down in swift and certain succession by one Percival Graves. and so he may have followed the auror after their displosal, followed him to this alley and climbed to higher ground like the c a t he was, giving his greeting in a purred and pretty tone.
his head is rested atop one knee, eyebrow quirked in curious contemplation. he wonders if Percival ever goes home... or sleeps, but asks a different question entirely in a voice of utmost coaxing. ❝ will you show me a magic trick, pisoiaș ? ❞