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F or fuck sake Marcie, I'm not some god damned
doll." Frances struggled against his wife's hand
as she picked him out of the house she'd bought.
"This is kind of fun." Marcie was taking his
clothes off. "Almost kinky in fact."
"Leave me alone. And do something about the
banjo player; I'm seriously going crazy. If he doesn't
stop with the maudlin guitar music, I'm going to kill
him."
"He's okay." She smiled. "Look at the cute things
I made you." She showed him a pair of pants and a
shirt.
"Thanks." He quickly dressed. He hated being
miniature. "Have you talked to the council about
getting this spell reversed?"
"Yes, but they think it's rather appropriate." She
giggled. "And said you have to be this way for thirty
days. Also when the spell is reversed, you lose your
watcher status. You're going to have to get a regular
job."
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"I was working and you know it." He turned
away. "Look Marcie, I'm not proud of what I did, but
I was thinking of the Wahjee. You know Liam was
supposed to follow in his father's footsteps so to
speak. Wahjee traditions are centuries old."
"And therefore it's about time we got rid of some
of them. You know as well as I do that the celibacy
thing was a crock of shit and always has been."
"I don't know that."
"Well if you didn't, you are stupider than I
thought." She picked him up and all but threw him
back in the dollhouse before stomping out of the
room.
"Lover boy was thrown back like the toy he is."
Ashley laughed and played a rif on the guitar.
"Fuck off." Frances glared. He put out his hand
and made a small flame appear. He'd been practicing
small bits of magic, slowly regaining his powers. It
wasn't something he wanted known though, and he
regretted immediately showing off to guitar boy. But
the temptation to burn the fucking noise box was
strong.
"I bet Marcie would like to know about your little
tricks." Ashley smirked as held his guitar close. "You
touch my guitar and she'll know."
"You can't threaten me." Frances made himself
stand tall and bristle. He felt like a Wah cat, trying to
show how intimidating he could be. It wasn't working
as far as Ashley was concerned.
"Fuck off, I've got nothing to lose except my
guitar - once that's gone, I don't really give a shit
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about anything. I'll tell Marcie in a heartbeat." With
that said, Ashley headed for the part of the house he'd
claimed for himself.