"Without the magic? Ooh, do I get to see your laaaavender hair?" He knew the 'IT'S MAUVE' comment was coming, but honestly, it had to be a regional thing. HE always thought of mauve as that dusty old rose-ish color, and from experience, he knew Ty's hair just wasn't. It was the prettiest little purple in alllll the land. . . not that he had the nuts to say that to Ty without being more drunk. It probably wouldn't offend him, just. . . earn him a noogie, at least. And hell if he was gonna willingly let Ty mess up his hair.
"I kinda feel like a coward, just running away from the life I had before. But. . . apartment? No, not living in an apartment. It probably had an elevator, too, and just. . ." Thinking about it was enough to make him shudder. He'd lived in a place where 'elevator' was synonymous with 'unwanted sexual contact' and 'possible disease because of mold.' After staying there for a year or so. . . no, he couldn't handle elevators. No way, no how, he'd run up a hundred flights of stairs before going one floor in an elevator. All the times he'd been made to? He'd ended up having some pretty bad breakdowns. It wasn't even the tight space. . . those didn't bother him at all. Just. . . elevators.