Oh, yeah. That part came up a lot when I went through that whole space-age Customs thing about visiting the city.
[Apollo's frowning to himself now, finding his gaze straying up towards her ears. Now that he's paying attention, he's really hoping those are just part of an interesting headband.]
Do you know why? Do the cops just not want people [he lowers his voice a little, uncertain,] running around with magic wands? Or cooking up potions in big cauldrons? That's what witches do, right?
[Apollo isn't prepared for this in the slightest. Why couldn't he have been summoned by a bar association instead? At least then he would've had a much better idea of what he was in for.]
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[Apollo's frowning to himself now, finding his gaze straying up towards her ears. Now that he's paying attention, he's really hoping those are just part of an interesting headband.]
Do you know why? Do the cops just not want people [he lowers his voice a little, uncertain,] running around with magic wands? Or cooking up potions in big cauldrons? That's what witches do, right?
[Apollo isn't prepared for this in the slightest. Why couldn't he have been summoned by a bar association instead? At least then he would've had a much better idea of what he was in for.]