[Yeah, that makes sense. It's stupid unfair but, like, he's got magic powers. Of course, he's gonna fuckin' use them to learn when his big gay secret gets out.
Still: the consequences of his actions??? Laaaaaaaaame. Wasn't apologizing enough??] Ughhhh, lame, dude. Okay, well, I guess gettin' drunk would be a bad idea then... [And yet! He is going to just go ahead and drink. The way he sees it, if he's too drunk to notice it's magic, it won't bother him.]
Well, first of all, that's just a regular ass-whoopin' promise, not a magic one. Unless I accidentally made it magic, in that case, my bad, I'll own up to that. Second of all, stupid easy to keep, Pratt's solid. He's a cop, he knows how to lock shit down.
[Third of all, he likes Giles and he feels really fuckin' sour about both breaking and getting worked up over some stupid magic pact. It wasn't cool to go spilling Giles' shit out, even if it was just to Pratt. Giles couldn't have known who Sharky was gonna tell, and like he and Ossie kept fuckin' saying, keeping shit locked down was goddamn imperative. TBH, he should've seen it coming the second he saw Giles and Ossie had a magic fucking Fantasia house...
He eyes Giles for a moment, takes a big drink, then heaves a sigh.]
I should be thankin' you for not just straight up deckin' me when you rolled up. You had no idea who I could'a told, and you and I had just fuckin' talked about, like, discretion and shit. So, thanks for not punching me.
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Still: the consequences of his actions??? Laaaaaaaaame. Wasn't apologizing enough??] Ughhhh, lame, dude. Okay, well, I guess gettin' drunk would be a bad idea then... [And yet! He is going to just go ahead and drink. The way he sees it, if he's too drunk to notice it's magic, it won't bother him.]
Well, first of all, that's just a regular ass-whoopin' promise, not a magic one. Unless I accidentally made it magic, in that case, my bad, I'll own up to that. Second of all, stupid easy to keep, Pratt's solid. He's a cop, he knows how to lock shit down.
[Third of all, he likes Giles and he feels really fuckin' sour about both breaking and getting worked up over some stupid magic pact. It wasn't cool to go spilling Giles' shit out, even if it was just to Pratt. Giles couldn't have known who Sharky was gonna tell, and like he and Ossie kept fuckin' saying, keeping shit locked down was goddamn imperative. TBH, he should've seen it coming the second he saw Giles and Ossie had a magic fucking Fantasia house...
He eyes Giles for a moment, takes a big drink, then heaves a sigh.]
I should be thankin' you for not just straight up deckin' me when you rolled up. You had no idea who I could'a told, and you and I had just fuckin' talked about, like, discretion and shit. So, thanks for not punching me.