Being taken to other words - not weird.

[seekerofheart]

A door suddenly appears, somewhere on the outskirts. Which isn't strange, everybody comes here through some door, after all.

It suddenly opens, and a single frisbee comes flying out of it. A moment later, a tall blue-haired man with green eyes in which there seem to be hundreds different emotions galloping second by second as if to make up for some lost time, oh, and the man also has a prominent if old very large x-shaped scar on his forehead - said man comes through the door, and stoops up to pick the frisbee.

When he looks back, the door's already vanished. Somehow, the man seems no more surprised than one would be by a sudden mosquito bite during a rainy summer evening.

He rolls his eyes.

"Now, how do I get his toy back to him? If I don't, he'll have one more reason to call me a spoil sport."

The man gestures, and suddenly, a wisp of something black appears in the air. The man tries, it seems, to go through this something - magic? - but, to no avail. He grimaces, and it disappears.

"I thought so," he mutters.

"Now. Where's the backdoor? Can't have Lea complaining or calling me a klepto for too long."