Stephie sighs and relents, brushing fingers along the bracelet for a moment as if to pet it and calm it down. Then it comes off without so much as a click, briefly flowing and serpentine while apparently considering gravity more of a guideline than a rule. It floats, and shifts, and grows... until it's a wolf-sized and shaped mass of shadow and electric and synthetic fur. "He can be a lot bigger," Stephie also points out.
Jokester just uses his spoon to catapult a spoonful of his sherbet towards the Void Hound... which snaps it out of midair.
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Date: 2018-12-02 09:51 am (UTC)Jokester just uses his spoon to catapult a spoonful of his sherbet towards the Void Hound... which snaps it out of midair.