Ian had been feeling...weird as of late. He wasn't sure what it was, it almost felt magical but if it was surely he'd know beyond a doubt. After all, who was more magical than him? His fingertips drummed against the thigh of his too-tight, blood orange chinos while he tried to firmly eschew the sudden thoughts of his family away with a firm hand. Why was he thinking about them? Sure, they were here but... That didn't mean he wanted to see them. He'd already tormented Mark enough to satisfy that need so why was he still on the subject? Move on, please. But before he knew it, he'd snapped his fingers as per and out of seemingly nowhere appeared beside his darling, doe-eyed baby sister. Why had he done that?
"What's up, sis? Keeping it frosty?"
@meghan-morrison
