Gods above, why were there so many types of everything from worlds like Wade's?
It was called technological advancement, Raistlin.
The mage shifted his grip on Wade's hand to be more typical hand-holdy, even going so far as to lace their fingers together. A bit of unspoken trust, there, because it would be terribly easy to hurt those thin, bird-boned fingers of his.
His brain was a little clouded, to be fair. Going from almost dangerously low chroma to a nice steady supply like this felt a little like he'd been drinking. Drinking magic, somehow, or perhaps life force itself.
"I will trust your judgement on the matter of doughnuts." After all, Wade had done a good job figuring out a coffee he'd like, and of the two of them, Wade was the expert on the topic.
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It was called technological advancement, Raistlin.The mage shifted his grip on Wade's hand to be more typical hand-holdy, even going so far as to lace their fingers together. A bit of unspoken trust, there, because it would be terribly easy to hurt those thin, bird-boned fingers of his.
His brain was a little clouded, to be fair. Going from almost dangerously low chroma to a nice steady supply like this felt a little like he'd been drinking. Drinking magic, somehow, or perhaps life force itself.
"I will trust your judgement on the matter of doughnuts." After all, Wade had done a good job figuring out a coffee he'd like, and of the two of them, Wade was the expert on the topic.