Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: The Woods: Pesha/Tandy
The flowers were not especially convincing of what the end-product would look like or result in. Tandy was finding his 'no judgment' rule tested a little, especially when it came to like, assessing the validity of magic being cooked up (literally) in the back of a camper van. But hey. The guy was making enough to keep the electricity on and Tandy's observation had included multiple data points where the production of heat had involved no real convection source. He ran his fingers through his bangs, and sighed into the space of his palm.
"So we're what, skipping the bed part and going straight to business?" It was tongue-in-cheek. There was no way to deliver that line without it being tongue-in-cheek but it lacked flirtation. "Okay. I woke up this morning and I wasn't in my own home. My own universe-home," Tandy clarified, for the record. He curled his hands around his coffee and he drank it in gulps, not because he wanted to - he kind of wanted to savor it, because who knew where the next one was coming? - but because his stomach was empty and this was the most efficient way forward.
The wallet bounced against his thigh, and he flipped it open. And yeah, okay. Momentary pause for all the other accoutrements a wallet was meant to have (namely, cash, credit cards, a library card...) but the picture behind the window was surprisingly convincing. Tandy narrowed blue eyes in Billy's direction.
"Are you really five seven?" He was reading the license, "William Spellman. Your sister, Sabrina, she's upstate?" It was all deadpan. "And this doesn't turn to like, rose-petals come midnight?"