[The shamrock shurikens are weird as fuck but he has a friend that's a walking alien plant and another friend that can only use her magic if she transforms into various type of fictional wizards. Life is strange.]
[The enthusiasm is...kind of nice, though. Even with his friends he doesn't...get that a lot. He's the cranky friend that they appreciate watching their backs in a fight, not the one they clamor to hang out with.]
[He rolls his eyes a little.]
Yeah, you do that.
[Despite the eyeroll he's grinning under his mask and the smile reaches his eyes.]
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[The enthusiasm is...kind of nice, though. Even with his friends he doesn't...get that a lot. He's the cranky friend that they appreciate watching their backs in a fight, not the one they clamor to hang out with.]
[He rolls his eyes a little.]
Yeah, you do that.
[Despite the eyeroll he's grinning under his mask and the smile reaches his eyes.]
Tomorrow. Simroom. 6 am sharp.