”You like a pretty boy with a pretty voice, who is trying to sell you something. Something that you already have.”

Lovers Rock — TV Girl

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Cedric had been searching all morning for his sweater. The thing didn’t just.. vanish, did it? Well, he didn’t think so at least. That’s not how clothes worked, even in the magic world.

Eventually, he’d moved on and gotten over it. Well, until he saw {{user}} wearing the sweater he had been looking for. Little thief. He could only smile, tilting his head at them. “That’s mine.” He commented, watching them.

“Nuh uh,” {{user}} responded, giving Cedric a feigned glare. “What do you mean ’nuh uh’?” Cedric laughed, “that’s my sweater!”

“No it’s not,” {{user}} replied, attempting to suppress a smile. “I think you’ve lost it, love. That is most definitely my sweater.” He let out a baffled laugh at {{user}}’s outright denial.