[Training] swingy swingy hit hit (open)

james

smoking kills

“Bit flat if’n you ask me.” Which, given how rail-thin James was, was definitely the pot calling the kettle black. “Me? Always curious mate. It’s way keeps life interestin’.”

While it was true that the snake hadn’t pinned the boy, he also wasn’t a complete fucking moron, much as his attire might suggest otherwise. He could easily see Oliver reaching out for his staff, and as soon as the boy grabbed it and went to wack him with it, he’d suddenly find his back immensely lighter as the snake shifted, into, well, a snake. Coiling forward, James hissed a forked tongue towards Oliver’s ear, trying to rub his black body against the boy’s cheek as he slithered forward onto the ground.

Shifting as soon as he was a few feet away, he stood, bowed, and grinned. “Final lesson, yeah? Except the unexpected.” So saying, he tipped an invisible hat, gave Oliver a wink, and then strolled off whistling merrily to himself.

~FIN.

but so does love.