Might Be Paranoid | Vinny & Seamus
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Vinny was a fucking disaster. This was just typical. He had barely started living in this new town and he was already ruining it for himself. Was it some kind of sign? A sign that he really wasn’t much suited for civilian life? Maybe it had been optimistic of him, but he had thought for sure that he would have a decent handle on his powers. At the least, he thought he couldn’t do worse than he had before.
Blowing up a tree and infuriating the inhabitants definitely wasn’t the start he had been hoping for. Or anything that he was hoping for. God, he had thought he’d had the worst incidents of magical accidents behind him. They should have been behind him.
But now a tree was blasted into smithereens, the cops would likely ask him a bunch of unnecessary questions, and Vinny wasn’t safe. He wasn’t safe at all. He attempted at meditating for a little while but that didn’t work. As if meditation was the answer to his troubles. Then he tried calming tea and music and that crap. It didn’t help.
Then finally he came up with a crazy idea: if he made himself a structure to put himself in...something that could seal him off and keep the danger away...well it had to be possible. He researched material that stemmed from magic and otherwise, and he started ordering weird pieces left and right, before finally he was dressed in a hazmat suit dragging some of the raw materials toward a spot he had thought would make for a good panic area. And then the damn bag had to get a hole. “For fuck’s sake ‘m tryin’ to build somethin’ here.”
