LOCATION: Streets MUSE: Hugh Higgins STATUS: Closed | @enshrcuded
The raven flaps its wings, carrying a doggy bag that is obviously slowing it down. It circles the neighborhood as if looking for something or someone, until it finally spots one particular blonde witch. Cawing, the raven descends toward Rictor and its feathers suddenly change color into pearl white. It drops the bag on Rictor's hands before landing on his shoulder.
And a second later, the familiar transforms back into the human form, and Hugh stands beside Rictor with his hand on the shoulder. Thankfully, the charm he wears almost at all times transform the clothes with him when he shifts. "You're turning 40 soon, Rictor. I shouldn't be babysitting you to–" He pauses mid-sentence, grimacing as if he is having an acute migraine. 'It is not babysitting, it is our duty to assist him in any way possible, including attending to his wants and needs,' the voice in his head echoes and drowns out his own thoughts, like it has been for the last hour. Hugh pushes down the urge to scream 'shut up' at Monrad talking inside his head, and continues to speak with a forced smile. "–babysit you to eat your dinner in time."
Sighing, Hugh grabs the doggy bag, opens it and hands Rictor a sandwich. Rictor's favorite, of course, because his favorite menus are just something Hugh knows. Or at least Monrad does. He grabs his sandwich and takes a bite out of it. "...so what are we looking for?"
