Do you tell it about Minsky? About magic, proxies, the works?

You glance over at Minsky for help.

 
Minsky leans against the back wall of your elevator despite having little room to do so.

They begin whistling.

The larger TCP's expression furrows, not saying anything.


SEE: …they're my friend. That lives with me.
????(1): …they let you both come in together…?
????(1): Or-
????(1): Did you force your way in, or something?
SEE: N-no! No, we didn't force anything-
 
You give Minsky a proper look, gesturing for them to back you up.

Minsky whistles louder.

You let out an exasperated sigh, slumping over a bit.


SEE: We have kind of a…magic…agreement.
SEE: They come with me everywhere, I think?
SEE: So…package deal.