Willy had heard no word from Arthur in quite some time and he worried, yet not too much. The man was the once and future king. There was, in his opinion, little reason to worry
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"I'm not going with you to any place where trees might try and eat me," was all Spencer said in response, side-eying Willy and frowning slightly.
"Also, if you chain me to anything, I'm going to be really angry. And you'll know I'm angry, because I fight now, that's a thing I'm apparently capable of. I fought my boyfriend off when he tried to attack me even, and he's easily twice your size- So you've been warned."
He puffed up a bit then, always on the defense around Willy. Though it wasn't that he didn't trust the fae- so much as he couldn't wrap his head around all the strange rules he apparently had to live by.
Willy only laughed and reached over to rest a friendly hand on Spencer's back. He couldn't understand how a mortal could find him so reprehensible when everyone else adored him.
It only made him that much more interested in Spencer.
"Now, now. Come, my friend. I want to invite you to tea. Nothing more."
Or at least he hadn't thought of anything more yet.
Willy touched him, and Spencer squirmed, the magic in the fae leaving a hand shaped spot of pins and needles in it's wake.
"I don't think I want fae tea," he protested quietly, though he knew if Willy wanted him to have tea, he was going to end up having tea. Spencer might puff up and act bold, but he knew that butting heads with Willy was pointless. Magic was something he couldn't push against or talk his way around. It was foreign and tingly, and it was annoyingly illogical.
"Nonsense. We shall have tea here in the city. I have found the most interesting shop in Chinatown and I have gone there every day. Today you will join me," he said, begging no argument.
"My bike is over this way in the lot," he added. And that answered the question of how they would travel.
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"Also, if you chain me to anything, I'm going to be really angry. And you'll know I'm angry, because I fight now, that's a thing I'm apparently capable of. I fought my boyfriend off when he tried to attack me even, and he's easily twice your size- So you've been warned."
He puffed up a bit then, always on the defense around Willy. Though it wasn't that he didn't trust the fae- so much as he couldn't wrap his head around all the strange rules he apparently had to live by.
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It only made him that much more interested in Spencer.
"Now, now. Come, my friend. I want to invite you to tea. Nothing more."
Or at least he hadn't thought of anything more yet.
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"I don't think I want fae tea," he protested quietly, though he knew if Willy wanted him to have tea, he was going to end up having tea. Spencer might puff up and act bold, but he knew that butting heads with Willy was pointless. Magic was something he couldn't push against or talk his way around. It was foreign and tingly, and it was annoyingly illogical.
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"My bike is over this way in the lot," he added. And that answered the question of how they would travel.
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