[It's such an overtly awful "solution" that he doesn't believe Ouma's serious for a second, and he doesn't bother pointing out the lie. He just sighs quietly, leaning his forehead against the chair's upholstery in exasperation.
At least he gets to live in this absurd fantasy. He'll take that as a win for their sort-of-friendship.]
Why don't we just try blocking the door so they can't get in?
[That's a more rational solution than the magic shit anyway. Really, he should have thought of that first, but can you blame him for being a little frazzled? There are magic broomsticks trying to drown them.]
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At least he gets to live in this absurd fantasy. He'll take that as a win for their sort-of-friendship.]
Why don't we just try blocking the door so they can't get in?
[That's a more rational solution than the magic shit anyway. Really, he should have thought of that first, but can you blame him for being a little frazzled? There are magic broomsticks trying to drown them.]