[Velvet. Linhardt loves velvet. It feels so nice to sleep on. And true to his nature, when Linhardt realizes that the designated meeting place for learning more about magic contains a velvet couch, obviously the first thing he does is curl up on it, grabbing the pillow and curling his long, pale arms around it and unfurling his legs in complete uncaring of the idea of 'sharing'. Luckily, the couch is big enough for them both.
He opens his eyes - having fallen asleep in the short duration Wanda has been at the bar - when she sits down on the couch. Linhardt yawns and nods.]
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He opens his eyes - having fallen asleep in the short duration Wanda has been at the bar - when she sits down on the couch. Linhardt yawns and nods.]
I am.
Why wouldn't anyone show up?