"Who's me?" Les asks, eyebrows raised, standing his ground a couple paces away. Though now he feels silly standing there with his cheap plastic flashlight while the man has his glowing orb of magical light flowing. His eyes flick to the illuminated ball hanging in the air between them, and the presence of magic is always enough to get his interests peeked. Especially because this dude doesn't know anything about Les for him to just use his magic in front of him so freely.
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Date: 2014-12-29 09:29 pm (UTC)