Jim points a finger at Felix as he brushes past the conjurer to make sure his shoes and their phones are still safe and not sitting underneath Felix's dripping robes. He's soaked to the bone with clothes already catching and clinging uncomfortably but his own suit is entirely too fitted to slip off like Felix had done with his robes.
He'll have to live with it as is and drip dry like a man.
"When do I not want that?" It's practically Jim's default setting.
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Jim points a finger at Felix as he brushes past the conjurer to make sure his shoes and their phones are still safe and not sitting underneath Felix's dripping robes. He's soaked to the bone with clothes already catching and clinging uncomfortably but his own suit is entirely too fitted to slip off like Felix had done with his robes.
He'll have to live with it as is and drip dry like a man.
"When do I not want that?" It's practically Jim's default setting.