stop shipping me with the german battleship bismarck noises
((nevah))
slowly hides his shipping notebook "whaddya meannnn"
slowly reaches for the pistol on his back waist holster
"no one is shipping here" coughs totally in a totally not suspicious way
((I forgot to delete the first totally 
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doubt noises intensifies
whispers to Alwina "can you teacheth me magic"
scribbles inconspicuously in his notebook
"which kind" *in return whisper*
"transformation magic, I wanna be able to change myself and other beings and objects" he whispers back
"i can hear everything your saying"
she grabs her codex and shoves it open into hanks face, he immediately picks up the knowledge and a mild headache
whispers to shade "no you can't" then makes the gun he was reaching for a rose and whispers to Alwina "thank you very much"
and gives Alwina 100 gold coins
"oooh, i can use these for materials. and more drinks." the headache intensifies, cost of magic
Hank groans slightly "I've never had a hangover before but wow does magic hit like hard liquor"
"you get used to it, build up a tolerance.
"Oh good"
((oh btw I made your gun a rose Shade, just to clarify the vague he))
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