"i think i have everything." casimiro says to himself as he looks over at the ingredients and tools necessary for the spell he's going to be working on. he is still a little shocked that dylan offered to be a volunteer so easily, without even asking what might be necessary from him. he assumes it's just because the son of nike wants to fuck him again and thinks this will be a good way to get into his good graces.
casimiro thinks that he's going to be a little exhausted after the spell, so it might not even get to that portion of the night.
he opens the door when he hears the knock and offers dylan a smile. "you know, it's not too late to back out. being a conduit of energy for a spell can be...dangerous." there's a wicked gleam in his eye, almost a challenge. "i'd understand if you're not up for it." he closes the door once the other steps inside and walks through his room, until he's in a small room with windows for one of the walls, looking out toward the wooded area of the island. "do you need me to go over what i need you to do?"
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