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so you say. but you're still not here and there are no cigarettes.

come on, Eliot, how long can take to get cigarettes?

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i'm telekinetic not a traveler
i have to actually walk places

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you have loooong legs, you'll get there fast.

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i should tell you to get your own damn cigarettes

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i'm not going to leave my room in a lap coat

I can live without cigarettes. I don't even smoke

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you own other clothes

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yes I do. But unlike you, my kinetic magic is shit and I don't want to move. Also, I like this lap coat

it has buttons

and I'm reading. I don't need other clothes to read

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you're a loser
i'll be there soon

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I'll be waiting

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[ Not waiting too long, because here's Eliot, letting himself into Quentin's room with a cigarette between his lips. He makes himself at home in the room and then spares a glance over Quentin, in just a lab coat, and he snorts. ]

White's a terrible colour on you.

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[Quentin is on his bed, still wearing the lab coat all buttoned up, and there's a book propped on his his stomach as he reads.]

Right. But it's soft. I know it looks just like a regular lab coat? But I think someoneput a spell on it, because it feels like fur on the inside.

I am going keep this.

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You're so fucking weird.

[ Kicking off his shoes, Eliot stretches out on Quentin's bed beside him, exhaling cigarette smoke up to the ceiling. ]

So, did everyone's clothes disappear or just yours?

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Just mine.

[Quentin tips the book to lie face down against his chest and just reaches over to take the cigarette out of Eliot's hand.]

But. I should know better than to not move when someone is yelling move. At magic school.

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[ He watches Quentin, then his eyes trail down to the bits of Quentin that remain covered by the lab coat. ]

No shit. You’re lucky you didn’t get your dick blown off. Also - excuse me, you didn’t earn that cigarette. I’m not wasting my menthols on a guy who can’t appreciate me.

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[Quentin ignores the look and just narrows his eyes at Eliot, who is not handing over the cigarette.]

That's not a thing that happens. Dicks getting blown off. [and he really wishes he was more sure about that, but rumors--] Suit yourself. I didn't want to smoke anyway.

[And he picks up his book again, not really reading but sneaking looks at Eliot out of the corner of his eye to find the perfect, unprotected moment when he can steal the cigarette.]

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You don't ever want to do anything.

[ Eliot exhales smoke again, letting it curl into fun shapes as it floats towards the ceiling and dissipates. ]

I wonder if your clothes are in another dimension.

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I don't want to blow my dick off, no. How is that even--

[Quentin eyes the cigarette, and the way Eliot shapes his lips around it when he smokes. The curl of smoke that hides his face for a brief second, and he should probably look away.]

They could be anywhere. Another dimension. In Jersey. They could be invisible?

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I don't know. I think if they were invisible, you'd still feel them on your body. And I'd probably be able to touch them. Like. They'd still … Be there, just unseen.

[ Just to see, because, really, who knows, Eliot sits up so he can grope Quentin's leg a bit. ]

I don't feel cheap denim.

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[It's not quite a yelp, but it's also not not a yelp when Quentin flinches a little, before he rolls his eyes, turning to Eliot.

Jesus.]

Yeah, no. That's me. Eliot, no. I meant, maybe they flew off and turned invisible somewhere else. I know I'm not wearing them now, because nothing pinches or. Just. It's fine. I have a lap coat.