John made an attempt to help the man help himself, but the dirt is too thick and circumstances too annoying to be slow about it. He snaps his fingers and the entire environment stills. He looks to the stranger with a mix of annoyance and self-satisfaction.]
Hardly. You just need a little imagination.
[He circles his wrist and produces a bouquet of flowers like a stage magician in demonstration. Then in an instant the flowers burst into flame before morphing into a pack of cigarettes. John grins, pleased with himself and slips one of the cigarettes between his lips.]
And a willingness to say 'fuck it' to all semblance of reality. Think you could find it in you to conjure a lighter?
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John made an attempt to help the man help himself, but the dirt is too thick and circumstances too annoying to be slow about it. He snaps his fingers and the entire environment stills. He looks to the stranger with a mix of annoyance and self-satisfaction.]
Hardly. You just need a little imagination.
[He circles his wrist and produces a bouquet of flowers like a stage magician in demonstration. Then in an instant the flowers burst into flame before morphing into a pack of cigarettes. John grins, pleased with himself and slips one of the cigarettes between his lips.]
And a willingness to say 'fuck it' to all semblance of reality. Think you could find it in you to conjure a lighter?