#thread.bash

Rakesh, absent-mindedly, gave the little dude a good ruffle as he stepped outside of his practice, lab coat exchanged for a thick wool coat that reached down to his knees. They smiled brightly, their hair surprisingly well styled for the time of the year and moment of the day, probably because they hasn't wrestled any big dogs today. They smelled like one though, or several ones. "Coffee," they told the other, who they considered a colleague or an employee, depending on what their answer would be to the suggestion.

Bash took the glow-stick crown he’d gotten at one of the installations and used his wind magic to push it away from his hands and let it slowly fall down on his head. “Tadah!” He adjusted the crown with a smile. “That’s about all I can do though,” he admitted. “Anything bigger and that great landing... not going to happen.” He wasn’t new to sharing his flaws, and Stella seemed to be actually interested in seeing what he could do. “I really... uhm, I mostly paid attention to my abstract ability, because it’s been cool to learn languages,” he said. 

Bash was eating his way through another bag of caramel popcorn, enjoying the scent of them as he held it close to his face - just because he was afraid of dropping the whole bag if someone gave him a jump. Which, had happened twice so far, that was why this was his second bag already. He threw the bag in the air when out of nowhere appeared the mummy from the mummy, popcorn flying over his head and onto another person. “Not again! So sorry sir!”

Bash hadn’t been checked for their ID in years, and to be checked now felt... like a great compliment, because he felt like he was definitely over sixteen, but maybe he choice in clothing that night didn’t really help his cause. He was wearing a floral shirt, and khaki pants, because for an October night, it was kind of warm. His cheeks were warm from the cold, with blood rushing through them at the adrenaline of going to a horror night. “Yes, thank you,” he said, when he got his passport back and was let in, smiling brightly. “I can’t believe they thought I was sixteen,” he said with a wide smile to the closest person he could find.