[He flashes Cassel a little smile, before glancing around the weird, tangled shrine that is his room, and-- yep, this place is just thick with magic. Zach can feel muscle and bone shifting in ways that it shouldn't, and he knows that it's all just an echo of whatever the hell Cassel is.]
Nice pad.
[It's not. At all. But Zach could still see himself crashing on the couch here, if Cassel proved a soft touch with guests.]
SPAM
[He flashes Cassel a little smile, before glancing around the weird, tangled shrine that is his room, and-- yep, this place is just thick with magic. Zach can feel muscle and bone shifting in ways that it shouldn't, and he knows that it's all just an echo of whatever the hell Cassel is.]
Nice pad.
[It's not. At all. But Zach could still see himself crashing on the couch here, if Cassel proved a soft touch with guests.]