*Tim reaches out a mental hand to catch the beer, then watches with horror as the beer stops scant millimetres from the groun. That was close. He frowns, standing up and walking to the can. Watching it, he lets go fo the magic. It hangs there for a good minute, before dropping the remaining bit. Huh. He picks the drink up and pops the top as he turns to raph, just in tiem to physically catch the mask.*
For courage.
*He downs the beer, then dons the mask, smiling behind it. Almost as an after thought he slips a black disc from a pocket, clipping it to his belt.*
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Date: 2004-10-28 05:27 pm (UTC)For courage.
*He downs the beer, then dons the mask, smiling behind it. Almost as an after thought he slips a black disc from a pocket, clipping it to his belt.*