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Horace snorted, his hands stilling for a second before they moved. "That sounds like an actual could-be-a-real-myth thing. I can see it." Horace peered up at the stars for a second, then, without thinking, rested his chin on one of his hands... on Jordan's shoulder. "Do you see the star to the left - the one that kind of looks smudgy?" He tilted his head, almost bonking Jordan in the head, too.

"That's his eye, always open - the circle around it is his head and above it is his body. He started falling one day and couldn't stop, so the powers that be shunted him up into the sky where he's always falling towards the horizon. The day he reaches it will be The End." Horace huffed out a breath. "Sorry, that was pretty lame - I don't think I'm too good at this."

"Hey! I'm in college, too, but bullshitting a paper on magical containment didn't prep me for stars." In their multitudes, he hummed for a second.

Horace peered at the sky, trying to see the fish. "That's kind of gruesome. What happens if he eats all the stars?" After a moment: "Pass me my beer?"

"It's a class about law enforcement with magical people. Since they are way more hard to both police and jail than those without magical talent. A lot of times, they tend to be - depending on the severity of the crime - given those ankle bracelets to at least track them. But it's just... difficult, since no one really knows what sorts of magical talent any given person could have." And that was also why some people had wanted a magical registry. Gross.

Horace took a swig from the beer, leaning back away from Jordan to peer again at the stars. "Kinda morbid." Abruptly, he flopped on his back and almost drowned trying to take another drink.

"A night with no stars. I think that would just make me feel lonely. Though I guess it wouldn't matter because I'd be dead." He grinned. "Heard the end of the world was coming, anyway."