(Hey! Sorry for the intermittent absences, but I’m just letting you know I’ll be lucky if I’m on at all this week. It’s midterms and hell week/the week of my show, so I probably won’t have a lot of time, I’m sorry!)
Claude winced at the sharp noises from the book’s appearance. His lip curled into a slight snarl at Crystal’s words. “That’s fucking inhumane, isn’t it? Using damn magic to stop people from doing harmless shit.” He scratched under Orpheus’s chin, eyeing the book with disdain. “Don’t even think about it. I’ll be damned if I let the ‘forces of the beyond’ dictate my life.”
"Oh I don't force it on people. The book is just smart. It appears only in times of need. I won't make you change but a little spell if you're careful never hurt anyone. Of course since you obviously won't agree to it, nothing I can do." She shrugged.
“Pray tell, why’s the time of need at this moment? Nobody’s dead or anything.” Claude drummed his chin with his fingers. “I can’t think of a single reason why that book needs to pop up right now.”
"It simply provides information, tips and spells when problems arise. Gambling and drinking included." She said pointedly.
“Barely even fuckin’ gamble, you act like I’m betting the house on the ponies every night. It’s just a game of poker once a month with some friends, chill out.” Claude groaned, already rather tired of Crystal acting like he was actively killing himself from the inside out. ”As for the drinking- again, it’s not blackout drunk binging, Crystal, it’s just a few drinks on the weekends.”
