Ed, of course, if completely oblivious to what he has just sparked.
"You think? I need some shit that'll actually be able to fit all the stupid fur my winter coat has, and this seems big enough...just gotta cut the back for my wings and add some buttons." Ed whisks the hanger out of the collar and shoves his arm through one sleeve, flexing his arm and checking how tight a fit it might become.
Oh, no. Aw hell no. Red was SO his color. And he'd just lifted him straight up with one hand. Roman didn't even notice that his hands went to his mouth. He did notice his tail starting to wave but he didn't care enough to stop it.
Ed glances over and blinks for a moment before grinning. "Oh, sure, thanks! Get me some scissors and sewing shit and I can whip this thing into something usable pretty quick." And probably a few more shirts and pants, while he's at it.
Roman nodded and bounded away. It took a while for him to find scissors and he couldn't find a needle and thread at all. So it was time to manifest some. This? Was worth the spent magic. He would never be able to recall those bits of magic or the stitches Ed made would fall apart.
When he returned, he also brought a padded vest with him. Nothing were weird about that! Vests were perfectly normal! The perfect overshirt needed the perfect frame.
"If we have t-to hide in the woods, you'll be set."
In the time Roman has been searching around, Ed's finally decided on a set of shirts and pants, and found an oversized trenchcoat that just might be able to hide his wings. Getting them folded right is the challenge--right now Ed is trying crossing them underneath his arms and around his front, which seems to be working while he's standing, at least.
When Roman reappears Ed grins, letting the coat drop off to the side and resettling his wings to a more comfortable posture. "Find it all, then?"
Roman planted his ass right there on the floor and prepared to have a sewing party. While running around, he'd had a little time to recover from the shock and settle into that nice, cozy thrill that is having a crush.
And SCHEMING. He'd been looking to show this poor cosmic castaway a good time because man, they were monsters, and monsters had to look out for each other. But now he had to figure out whether or not he was into small noodly dweebs.
Ed chuckles and settles himself on the floor as well, picking up that red flannel and the scissors. In quick order he had the shirt laid out flat and was snipping the openings for his wings, trying to keep the cuts as straight as he can.
"Well, if you pack the ice cream in hard enough it'll do the same," he says with a laugh, turning back to his stitching. "But I'll give it a shot. As long as it doesn't pop like that candy did."
Roman's ears stood up. He didn't...actually expect Edward to take him up on that. Uh. Shet. He quickly leans away until he's up on his hands and hooves, back arched like a Halloween cat.
Roman wasn't ready. Roman stole things, scurried down alleyways, carefully avoided people in the street when he was invisible.
Roman did not have to hunt his food, nor did he have a prey drive so when the Minotaur threw himself at him, all he could do was bleat and be bowled over. He squirmed and was angry until he realized that this was a position he very much wanted to be in.
"Well I wouldn't want t-to hurt you too badly." He preened even while laying flat on his back. His tail flicked back and forth and he had to concentrate to keep the barbs flat and harmless. "I'm a dangerous magical being after all."
When Edward's wings unfolded, Roman felt a tingle run down the nape of his neck. They were so big! They looked great now that they weren't busted all to shit. Sneaking around didn't really give either of them much opportunity to spread their wings.
He struggled to pull an arm free so that he could wiggle his fingers MENACINGLY.
"But are you magic? I could turn you into a t-t-toad!"
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"You think? I need some shit that'll actually be able to fit all the stupid fur my winter coat has, and this seems big enough...just gotta cut the back for my wings and add some buttons." Ed whisks the hanger out of the collar and shoves his arm through one sleeve, flexing his arm and checking how tight a fit it might become.
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...
He was putting it on.
Oh, no. Aw hell no. Red was SO his color. And he'd just lifted him straight up with one hand. Roman didn't even notice that his hands went to his mouth. He did notice his tail starting to wave but he didn't care enough to stop it.
"I c-c-can help!"
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Ed glances over and blinks for a moment before grinning. "Oh, sure, thanks! Get me some scissors and sewing shit and I can whip this thing into something usable pretty quick." And probably a few more shirts and pants, while he's at it.
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When he returned, he also brought a padded vest with him. Nothing were weird about that! Vests were perfectly normal! The perfect overshirt needed the perfect frame.
"If we have t-to hide in the woods, you'll be set."
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When Roman reappears Ed grins, letting the coat drop off to the side and resettling his wings to a more comfortable posture. "Find it all, then?"
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Roman planted his ass right there on the floor and prepared to have a sewing party. While running around, he'd had a little time to recover from the shock and settle into that nice, cozy thrill that is having a crush.
And SCHEMING. He'd been looking to show this poor cosmic castaway a good time because man, they were monsters, and monsters had to look out for each other. But now he had to figure out whether or not he was into small noodly dweebs.
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"So, where are we off to after this?"
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He held his hands up as if gesturing to a magnificent menu.
"It's about time we get you a frosty."
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"...a frosty what?"
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"Amazing is what it is! Humans may have achieved space flight, but that's nothing c-compared to chocolate ice cream!"
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"You know we had that in 1920, right?"
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"Aaaahahah no! No surprises this time!" He grinned slyly. "This time."
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"You better not be planning something. I can still stuff you back in that bag, you know!"
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"You'd have to c-catch me first."
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"Oh, really?"
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"Really."
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Ed launches himself forward with a laugh, trying to grab Roman before he can get away.
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Roman did not have to hunt his food, nor did he have a prey drive so when the Minotaur threw himself at him, all he could do was bleat and be bowled over. He squirmed and was angry until he realized that this was a position he very much wanted to be in.
"Oh. You caught me."
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"...did you even try? C'mon, man, you can do better than that!"
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He struggled to pull an arm free so that he could wiggle his fingers MENACINGLY.
"But are you magic? I could turn you into a t-t-toad!"